Hope Springs Eternal

Jim grew up in Minnesota where the winters are long and rather cold.  In his younger years he was a guide in the Boundary Waters. Jim loves being outdoors; camping, canoeing, snowshoeing, walking.

This morning he walked into the dining room looking extremely dejected. He immediately said, " I dreamt I woke up, looked out the window and it was green. I woke up, looked out the window and it was WHITE. I was disappointed."
(That last sentence is classic Minnesotan understatement for those of you who don't know anyone from that part of the US.)

I grabbed his arm and told him to come with me. We went out the kitchen door and up a couple of steps onto a sunny slope. I pointed, saying, "Look over there."


He smiled.