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2010 - The year we freeze to death...

Somewhere under all the white stuff there is another world. A world with sidewalks, streets, grass and no need for layers. The sun shines. The birds chirp. And I can go walking without going numb from the waist down. I assume all this, of course. It's been so long since I've seen this world that I'm starting to doubt it's existence. Around Dec. 27th or so, the nostalgia of a White Christmas wore off. Now, it's just another snowy week...er, month...dammit, months!!

I knew this Winter wouldn't be fun - being our first in Canada and all. The last time I dealt with it at this level, I was in High School. At that age, a little cold weather doesn't stop you from doing much. You're fearless. All I needed was a windbreaker and we were out the door. I guess I was just tougher then. More likely though, I just didn't know any better. Today I feel like a 70-year old woman walking around the house in a sweater clutching my Kleenex.

I'm hopeful that this mean Springtime will be that much sweeter. We, along with all our neighbors, will emerge from our Wintry cocoons and take to the streets in a joyful celebration. And we won't go in again for months. We'll soak up as much glorious sunshine as we possibly can never speaking a negative word about Summer heatwaves. That's how it goes in my mind anyway. I'm close, right?

Or does it then just rain for two months?



No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” - Hal Borland


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  1. I imagine underneath Canadian cities are older Canadian cities that were buried in snow over several winters and then new people settled in above them and built new roads and buildings unaware of generations of "settlers" frozen beneath them.

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  2. That must be how the keep the population in check. :)

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