The paradox of the Minnesota winter

The Love-Hate Relationship with Minnesota Winters

Winter in Minnesota is an emotional roller coaster of love-hate-love.

It begins beautifully, with the whitest, lightest, and gentlest snow transforming the landscape into a fresh and different world. This is the first "love."

This initial love affair with winter typically lasts through December—or until the first day the high temperature doesn't climb above zero, or the first time you have to jump-start your car or change a flat tire.

Enter the first "hate."

For the next six to eight weeks, you need to endure this because there's no escaping it. You can try heading south for a couple of weeks, but you're only running away from reality. And reality will be waiting when you return.

And return you will.

Then, quite suddenly, things begin to feel positive again. Usually, it's a bright sunny day in March or the first time you hear a robin sing—enough to give you a burst of positive momentum. This is the second "love."

Minnesota winters have a sinusoidal rhythm, and there's a certain comfort in that regularity.