Over a weekend, in the middle of January, winter bared its teeth and bit us hard.
For those of you who remember the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson…
Drum roll… How cold was it?
Cold enough to dig out the winter hat I bought in Russia and thought I’d never wear.
Cold enough to actually wear it.
Cold enough for the snow to protest with a high pitched squeak as you drive over it.
Cold enough for frost bite to threaten any sliver of exposed skin.
Cold enough for me.
In proof of the old assertion, This Too Shall Pass, I offer…a scene from summer 🙂
Remember what sweltering in +34C was like?
Yeah, me neither 🙂
Your walkway is buried under two centimetres of ice, your driveway is a skating rink, and you’re holed up inside waiting for summer.
The snowplow cleared your street by depositing thirty centimetres of frozen slush at the end of your driveway, and you’re booking the first flight to Hawaii.
Endure or escape, those are your only options when Frosty the Ice Man stands in for Mother Nature — or are they?
Cory Hamilton in Saint John, New Brunswick thinks not.
To paraphrase the old proverb, When life hands you lemons…
When Mother Nature throws down the ice, get your skates out 🙂
Want a beach to yourself, but can’t manage the down payment on an island?
Take a walk down to Lake Ontario when the thermometer reads -8 Celsius.
Cobourg, Lake Ontario.
Still beautiful, but you might want to hold off on the bikini 🙂
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 🙂
To borrow from Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
How will I miss thee? Let me count the ways… None, zero, not at all. I will not miss you Wet, white, cold. I will not long for your chill embrace. I will not pine for your ice and sleet. I will not miss you winter mine. I will not miss you. No, not one flake. Hello, Florida 🙂