Onion sets

Today was the first day that hinted at summer days to come. Warm air, thick with humidity. The sun battling the clouds for position in the sky. A strong westerly wind blowing sporadic showers across the state and on into Wisconsin and Illinois. That subconcious sense that you should keep one ear cocked, that sense that the air holds the potential to turn wicked and dark and twisting. It is tornado season, after all.

I know I’m one of the few that loves hot Iowa summers. Iowa winters catch me in their gray, cold grip, pushing sadness and depression down my throat and deep into my chest. As the grounds dry out from spring rains, as the chill leaves the wind and it finally feels safe to expose bare limbs, I come back to life. I would rather sweat than shiver. Bring it on.