Fall in Minnesota is like Mardi Gras.
Actually I don’t know that for sure because I’ve never been to Mardi Gras, but Fall is a huge event. A blazing last hurrah before THE DEPRIVATION of light and color and warmth for a long, long, time. Sounds like Mardi Gras to me.
When we left Minneapolis two weeks ago for Africa, the firey autumnal luster was fading but leaves were valiantly clinging to branches, reluctant to give up the fight and die for the long, long, long frozen season of dark.
Spoiler alert: they failed in their efforts.
Now, we return to the black crooked limbs silhouetted against a gray November sky. The leaves have lost the battle and lay cold on the ground. Twinkle lights try to replace the glow of harvest color and there’s a tug-o-war going on between those who want to start the Christmas carols now and those who don’t want to leap over Thanksgiving straight to the 24 hour holiday sales of the day after. Continue reading
