kittson county poplars
Today I am thinking about my next trip to Kittson County. The end of April photographs well. The long grasses will be disheveled and pressed against the ground from the Winter's heavy snow. There will be no pesky and cheerful leaves to obstruct the beautiful bones of the trees that I adore. Wood ticks and Mosquitoes will still be asleep but the Red Winged Blackbirds will serenade as I wade through the fields and ditches. And there will be that smell. The smell that I love... of wet wood and decaying leaves. The smell of another dead Winter.