Nestled between Minnesota and Wisconsin in a picturesque valley, the
St. Croix River flows between bluffs of limestone and sandstone,
beginning as a narrow gorge with steep vertical walls, then slowing and
widening into the scenic Lake St. Croix. -- from Explore the Scenic St. Croix Valley Website
Saint Croix Notes, by Noah Adams (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2001; first published 1990)
Originally written during 1988 for his Saturday evening "St. Croix Notes" broadcast on Minnesota National Public Radio, Noah Adams's essays celebrate people and place, with musings on nature, weather, history, daily life, and adventures in the St. Croix River Valley of Minnesota and Wisconsin.
I've read that already ice-skating on the lakes could be dangerous. Because at the middle of February the sun's light is higher from the sky, more intense, making the ice less reliable. The declination of the sun is thirty-two degrees now, in January it was twenty-four. Also people who keep track of such things would not be surprised to hear that the first crocus has broken through the snow.
The winter may have lost its crunch, but there's no spring green, no purple, no flash of yellow or orange to be seen as yet. We have grays and browns and somber evergreen, the white and black birch trees standing, crookedly, in holes in the snow, which is melting. I make a few snowballs to throw up in the air to the dog, who tries to catch them as he does his tennis ball. But the snowballs go away when he catches them, and he can't find them on the ground." -- from "February 20," Saint Croix Notes, by Noah Adams
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