This was the first true spring weekend here in Michigan, and it seems like the whole state was outside.
See, I’m not used to eternal winters. I’m used to four seasons. I grew up on the East Coast (northern N.J.) and went to college/grad school in D.C. In both places, each season is about four months long, and the winters are harsh, but not always terrible; the summers hot, but not always brutal.
Now I live in Michigan, where our first snowfall came in October and we just had our last dusting just two weeks ago — in April. Um, yea. Let me tell you, for as much as I dislike half a year of winter, my Salvadoran husband really doesn’t dig it!)
In our three years of living here, I think it’s safe to say that we have a loooooooooooooooooong winter, a flirt with spring, a hot summer, a rendezvous with fall (bursting colors, quite gorgeous) — and then winter comes … covering the leaves before they’ve all fallen off the trees … And we repeat.
This weekend was the first really gorgeous, seasonable weekend, and it felt great. My husband and I went biking Friday after work and then I went again on my own on Saturday.
Both times, the trail behind our house was PACKED with teenagers walking their dogs, parents pushing strollers, kids on bikes, joggers, walkers, roller-bladers … everyone, it seemed, was out embracing the warm air and sunshine.
And while the traffic made for some tough maneuvering, it was wonderful to see so many people out enjoying physical activity together.