I live in Minnesota, also known as the Frozen Artic Tundra. That means that ten months of the year (OK, OK, seven) we are covered in feet of snow and the mercury barely rises above 20. Slight exaggeration, yes, but you get my point. All those stories and jokes you hear about Minnesota? They’re all true.
So anyway, this year we’ve had about four weeks of summer (80 degrees, sunny, and a tad bit humid), separated into two by six weeks of weather that can only be described as rainy and 60s. So you can imagine the general attitude during those brief moments of summer – everyone’s happy, air conditioners are running full blast, and no one seems to be able to make their way to work because their cars will only drive to the cabin. The state shuts down. Kind of like anyplace down south when it snows an inch.
So anyways. Most of the time Minnesota doesn’t really have any smell. I mean, it’s frozen, and people here are not exactly known for their abundant use of spices and flavor in their cooking. And generally, people shower. However, as the temperature rises, certain aromas become more prevalent. Those of you know work in urban areas know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you just love how the summer in downtown [name of city] smells like urine?
Ahhhh, take a deep breath, and remember that soon we’ll all be buried under 6 feet of snow again.
Rockin’ out to: Simon & Garfunkel, Best Of