"Spring Snow"

 Heaven has come to Purgatory Creek Park.

Can you see me?

Right under the Brick and Bourbon restaurant sign, way beneath our window, Mrs. Mallard decided this was a warm, safe place to raise her chicks. Sitting very still, passers-by rarely notice, except an old retired guy with nothing better to do than wonder where all the ducks went this spring. We'll keep an eye on her, hoping the leashed dogs don't find the nest, and report back if we see her taking the young ones for a first swim. She's got to cross a busy street to do so, bad planning on her part, maybe we can get an assist when the time comes. Or she'll wait for nightfall, for a moonlit swim.

Summer sausage?

A busy day this morning, sort of an industrial mish-mash out our window on Eden Prairie, as the Amazon Fresh grocery store races the nearby apartment complex for completion. Temperatures will favor workers all week long after our chilly spring. Get ‘er done!

 

Whaddya mean, you're not interested?

 

"Our nest isn't going to fill itself."

A Good Man

 The President’s eulogy at the Walter F. Mondale Memorial yesterday inspired us to dig out some memorabilia and reflect on our times with this “good man,” as Joe Biden called him. Yesterday Biden revealed an intimate and long-standing relationship with the man who welcomed him in his first days at the Senate, and never stopped being an important fixture in his life.

We cherish the pictures of our nights at the Mondales in D.C. where, a busy man preparing for his presidential run, still had time for photos, a nice visit, and a box of Poppycock at his kitchen table, shared with two thrilled constituents from his home state.

Rest in peace, Fritz Mondale, a Good Man.

We'll take it!

For some of us here, a new bud can spark as much joy as a basket of roses.