Stuff I like
I like Duluth spring.
Sure, we’re wearing sweaters and jackets and scarves, but the ice is breaking up on the creeks, bugs are flying, birds are singing, trees are sticky with sap, mud is muddy, little blades of grass are poking up through the moss, imaginary fish are biting, and the “fuzzy willows” as my boys call them, are, well, fuzzy.