Aaah, it’s that time of year again. You know, time to escape the predictably cold Canadian winter.
The fortunate few are busy preparing to travel to much warmer climes, leaving the rest of us to experience, and deal with, whatever Mother Nature brings us.
You might get the gist of this post. You might not. What I am sharing is a thorough dislike of cold arctic air – snow and ice.
Looking out of my window across the green parkland, I see neighbours preparing to desert us. Each year they equip their coach-sized RV, ready to spend the winter months in Arizona. Do I envy them. Yes, to be perfectly honest; but I also wish them safe travel and happy reunions with the friends they meet there.
When my sons were much younger, I enjoyed the Canadian winter weather. Tobogganing and skating; warm hats and mitts, waterproof pants and boots, and hot drinks from a Thermos, guaranteed to melt the ice around your mouth: these were the order of our weekend days. Those times are now happy memories, and I see my grandchildren enjoying the winter weather in much the same way. Me? I prefer a quieter time after breaking bones, slipping on the ice.
If you are off to tropical places, please consider posting pictures and sentiments; this way those of us in the frozen North can envision being there too.
Before my neighbours depart I will repeat my annual plea, “take me with you,’ which causes laughter for them, but inside I am perfectly serious. If they would. If I could. What a time we could all have. Meantime, I must be content, and I am, but once Fall is over I cringe, until I see the first spring bulbs catalogue in the mail. It gives me what I need to get me through the cold months, to anticipate Spring and the rebirth of God’s beautiful creations.