Down the Bog

It’s turning distinctly chilly and I as I drove home this evening the local weather forecast said that we could look forward to some “flurries” tomorrow morning which I assume meant snow flurries. I know that’s nothing to worry about but it signals the approach of winter and in the three plus years that I’ve been in Canada I’ve learnt not to love the Canadian winters.

I’m not a winter sports person and perhaps I should be seeing as I’m now living in Canada although I probably need to be living near the rockies or something to ski. But I don’t have the interest to ski, skate or do anything with ice or snow. I haven’t even built a snowman since getting here.

Last year we had a mild run up to the real snowy season so in fact we didn’t see any of the angry white stuff until after the Christmas season but once it did arrive it seemed to hang around further into the year. It’s almost like we’re going to have a set amount of snow so if it arrives late then it will be leaving late. You can tell that I take it very personally, can’t you?! 

I miss our milder UK weather so that in January it’s possible to get cold weather one day and warm spring like weather the next. People say that British weather doesn’t seem to have any real change in season but it also doesn’t have minus twenty-five degrees either. So there!

I say to Nicola that maybe we’ll be snow free this year but she knows that I know that it just can’t happen. The snow will arrive for sure and when it does the best time for me will be tucked up inside on the couch with the wood stove going keeping me toasty warm and I’ll be shutting my eyes dreaming of the summer.

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