Memorial Day Tourists

I've written here before about Mama's love of Minneapolis. Granted, a February in Minnesota will deaden your spirit like a car engine too frozen by sub-zero temps to manage a single rotation, but even a native Californian/Arkansan/Texan like myself can (with time, wool socks, and a bit of self-loathing) be converted to Midwesterner by the hum of an early summer evening in Minneapolis. The moms and the Lil delighted in seventy-five degrees and sunny this past Memorial Day, with trips to multiple lakes, the rental of a single surrey, and an extended outdoor picnic (complete with ants, ice cream truck, and a toddler cat nap). Perfection, it was. Sunny, breezy, picnic-y perfection.

(we saved the tootsie for dessert)

Minnesotans. We revel in, thrill for, and praise mightily the coming of May. And, hopefully, absorb sufficient sunlight to keep our Vitamin D stores in supply through the inevitable winter months to follow.