Minnesota, Turning the Page
Classic Minnesota. One minute you’re watching a planter cut perfect rows across dark spring soil; the next you’re staring at a field of corn that’s already browning and drying down. Nature’s clock doesn’t argue. It just keeps time.
That gold creeping through the rows is the first whisper that fall’s on the doorstep. The air feels thinner, evenings cool off, and the forecast starts tossing out 60s like it’s nothing. You can almost feel the season shifting before the weather app admits it.
From here it moves fast: harvest dust in the air, a few good color weekends if we’re lucky, then the long slide into holidays and the stretch of January that always overstays its welcome. It happens every year, and somehow it still sneaks up on us.
So I’m taking a second to notice it — the change, the pace, the reminder that we don’t get to hit pause. The field looked brand new not long ago. Now it’s nearly ready to come down. Blink, and Minnesota flips the page again.
