I’ve always loved the Frost poem for which this is the opening line, and it came to mind yesterday as I was walking through a local wood here in St. Paul. Thanks to the polar vortex, we’re just beginning to emerge from the longest, coldest period here in Minnesota in twenty-five years. Day after day, … Read more
I’ve returned to Minnesota just in time for the best part of my favorite season. There’s something in autumn that only the coldest of hearts refuses to embrace. Autumn is fire—in the trees, in the shrubs and bushes, in the sunrises and the sunsets. Autumn is the lovely blanket we wrap ourselves in as we … Read more
During the current coronavirus, my YMCA has been closed, as it should be. To exercise, I’ve been riding my Trek touring bike a significant distance whenever possible. Often, these rides take me along one of the many wonderful trails that follow the Mississippi River as it meanders through the Twin Cities, separating Saint Paul and … Read more
Easter Sunday, and it snowed nearly six inches in Saint Paul. Mid-April, but it looked more like bleak December. By late afternoon, I’d been stuck in the house way too long and needed an outing. I walked to Como Park, not far from my home. The weather was grim, the low, slate clouds still spitting … Read more