Personally, I’m not into the whole Valentine’s Day hoopla. That heart-shaped box was a big deal back in high school, the year I was actually dating someone when February 14th rolled around, but I’m over it now 🙂
I don’t know what the day means to any of you, but I’m betting no one does Valentine’s Day like Paul Lewis. No hackneyed card, or mediocre chocolates for our boy, Paul.
The Victoria, B.C. man, finding a creative use for all the white stuff lying around his backyard, built his girlfriend an igloo.
The home-made snow house, featuring solar-powered lights, a fire pit, and a bed kept Paul and Julie warm as they toasted each other over a glass of wine.
And, in case you’re wondering…
Yes, they spent the night outside, inside their bubble of snow 🙂
Remember when piles of white stuff on the ground made you smile, back before snow became a four-letter word? Before the frozen crystals meant winter tires, and icy streets, and double the commute home.
Remember snow angels, and winter forts, and snowball fights?
Most of us growing up in the Great White North don’t remember our first snowfall because snow just is. A part of life, it arrives every year whether you want it to or not.
Newcomers to Canada though, aren’t so blasé about the white stuff.
These two children, newly arrived from a refugee camp in Sudan, couldn’t be happier with the fat flakes falling out of the sky.
Watching them, I can almost … almost be happy about winter 🙂