I actually like the snow. Growing up in Ontario we had a ton of it. My family was not one to sit inside. We went out to play in it. Behind the home I grew up in was a creek with a small hill going down into it. When I was a kid it felt like that hill was huge. But as an adult I could see it wasn't really much of a hill at all. But as kids we tobogganed down it all winter long. Some winters my Dad made a small ice rink in our backyard. Skating is big here and just like thousands of other kids across Canada, my Mom put me in figure skating to teach me how to skate. I did all my badges but quit at the dance level. We enjoyed the winter. we built forts and had snowball fights. My Dad and I used to go cross country skiing up in Caledon every winter. He was a photographer and he liked to get winter shots. Myself and our collie dog Brandy would go along with him. Those were some of the happiest memories I have of my Dad. I got my love of nature from him I think.
So this morning I sit looking out my window at the storm. It's so beautiful. I would say it's peaceful but this morning it is not. Being a night owl I have learned that all the snow plowing is done during the night and as I sit here I can here the scraping of the plows pushing mounds of snow off of all the parking lots and roads. We get so much snow here that snow plowing is almost down to an art here. By the time the sun rises,... the roads will be clear. I would love to throw on my parka and go outside. But my fibro prevents that. So instead I will have to live vicariously through Tim this morning. Today he is in Lapland staying in an igloo to watch the northern lights. It's not the same as being there, but the scenery is beautiful and I can almost pretend I'm on vacation too,...
"Lapland"Walk with Tim ~ I stay in a glass igloo in
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