April 2018 – Bulletin Board

Keep your eyes open for sure signs of spring in the Northland. Here’s one!

NOTE TO READERS: We are going to take a week or so off, and will resume posting your stories and pictures next week. Keep ’em coming, please. And in the meantime, enjoy the spring; it’s finally here (and the mosquitoes aren’t, yet). Count our blessings!

Our theater of seasons
Or: Where we live

Dr. Chrysanthemum: “Subject: A sign of the times, April 22, 2018.

“A man, wearing shorts, carrying an ice auger across Lake Johanna.”

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Still-life, with family (horses included!), one century later.

The Permanent Family Record

Triple-the-Fun in Lakeville: “The photo of the farmer with his horses submitted by Mike Whisler of Eagan (in the April 14 BB) reminded me of a family photo I have.

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Could the Great Minnesota Get-Together help the snow melt faster?

Our theater of seasons
Leading to: The great comebacks (Photographic Division)

Late-Sunday-evening email from Gregory J. of Dayton ‘s Bluff: “While I was outside shoveling snow for the third time today, I remembered something our friendly TV meteorologists like to do when our spring weather gets challenging. For some reason, they believe that telling us that the sun angle and intensity at a given time in spring are the same as at a certain time in summer will make us feel better. For example, the mid-April sun is equivalent to the late-August sun. While my brain knows this is true, the rest of me feels no comfort from the comparison.

“However, the mention of late August means something special to many people: the Minnesota State Fair. And what is one thing we never, ever see at the ‘The Great Minnesota Get-Together?’ Snow!

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Sure, Crabby Grandma was crabby . . . but she had a heck of an eye for color, and she made some wild hats!

The Permanent Family Record

The Gram With a Thousand Rules writes: “My mother always looked for the best in everyone . . . and oh, how she used to search to find nice things to say about my Crabby Grandma.

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