Spring has sprung and summer in the midwest is bound to be tomorrow. We’ve been having a pretty good entrance into the season we all look forward to in Minnesota. I recall summers on the lake and sailing regattas on Saturdays. The beautiful white sails would fill with air and race to the finish line in a succession of billowing synthetic fabric. The above painting was done on the lake at Hudson, WI, where sailing is in full bloom right now. The poetry was written a few years ago by me.
Was it only yesterday, I didn’t put the hose away?
The winter months sailed swiftly by, but when they left I did not cry.
The winters in the great Midwest are absolutely not the best.
But finally the cold days passed. I yearned for spring, but it went fast.
It seems we’ve jumped from cold to hot. I do not like it – absolutely not.
(I’m beginning to feel like Dr. Seuss.)
The hose still lies where it has lain, for it will now be used again.
To water all the blooms that popped,
When summer came and spring just stopped.