Ice
Mid April. I anticipate with longer days warm weather will call forth the green of grass and the tender shoots of daffodils. This weekend was a setback. A mega storm of snow and ice swept across the plains state. Minnesota received fifteen inches in some parts. The Star Tribune called 
it a historic blizzard. Will there be snow in June? I worry about that. In the old days weather was always local. Forecasting was hit or miss, and weather patterns were unknown to most of us. Climate change was unthought of.
I took the onslaught of wind, sleet, and freezing rain as a sign to slow down, remain local, pay attention to friends, take stock of my blessings. I walked around in the yard taking note of the ice encased buds. I suspect that the shroud of ice will not hurt the 
tender life within. Ice is 32 degrees, warmer than the killing single digit arctic winds that can come in the early spring.
Later in the day we traveled a few miles to Long Grove. A friend was offering a ukulele performance at the Long Grove Coffee Shop. It’s uncommon to hear the diminutive 
instrument played well. We were not disappointed. Live music well performed often is a transcendent experience. I feel transported to a dimension of bliss, of affirmation of the totality of my life, of our lives. Allie played with skillful passion, and vocalized the story songs clearly, with a generous spirit.
I leave you with a youtube video of one of the songs that Allie performed. Simplicity and beauty: life as it can be
Sea Of Love
by Phil Phillips
Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love youDo you remember
When we met?
That’s the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love youCome with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
