It’s a watershed moment in beautiful Minnesota: The first 2 weeks of August.
The MN State Fair is set to start, school days are a distant memory and not yet on the horizon. Most summer youth sports have wrapped up, and there’s time off before fall action begins.
At this moment, in this state — Minnesotans are their very best selves.
Our annual flowers are flourishing … even though we’re dead-heading the damn petunias twice a day.
We’re eating fresh sweet corn and BLT’s for every meal … and the ridiculous zucchini harvest hasn’t peaked yet.
Our sunburns have faded to tans. It’s acceptable to wear white shorts … even the elders look acceptable in faded 1987 World Series muscle tees.
Thanks to all our lakes and rivers, we’ve been in, on and next to water a lot … we’re dreaming about when we’ll get to skate on it.
The sting is gone: Our Twins are who they are … and Target Field is still a sweet spot.
The Vikes look to win the Super Bowl … training in ‘Kato has big promise.
We know the sneaky side roads to avoid construction … and drives behind a snow plow look inviting.
‘Haven’t worn Uggs for a few weeks … hear the new colors will look good on us.
We’re accustomed to the mingled scents of sunscreen and bug repellent.
A perfect combination of optimism and realism. That’s Minnesotans. And right now, we are our best selves.