We took the Grandparents on an exploration of Downtown Minneapolis today, complete with a hike to the Mississippi River. We learned that this bridge was the first ever built across the Mississippi, and we saw the only waterfall on the river . . . the St. Anthony Falls. It was a beautiful day . . . cool, crisp and sunny. The temperature topped out at around 52 degrees, but the natives were running around, basking in the sun as if it was the warmest of summer days. We stopped for ice cream tonight on an excursion to St. Paul, and the line at the Grand Creamery extended out the door. Grandad Peanut overheard a fellow patron saying, "Wait until it reaches 60 degrees! The line will be *really* long then!"
Yes, the lakes are beginning to defrost, the grass is turning green, buds are appearing on the shrubs, and Spring is definitely on it's way. We will appreciate a Saturday like this one so much more one year from now, when we, too, have endured the pain of Winter and will be glorying in the 50 degree warmth.
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