Last evening the forcast was for possible frost in the Laurentians meaning that the overnight temperature would dip to 0° C (32° F). What a contrast in the space of a week. That is the kind of extremes we sometimes experience here in Canada with the changing of the seasons. However I was talking to my friend, Marie a few weeks ago. Although she is Canadian, for several years she lived in a country near the equator where there was little change in the temperature all year round and one of the things that she dearly missed was the changing seasons.
Living in a country that is buried under ice and snow for three or four months, I have also learned to appreciate the charm of winter. As children we were so excited when we saw the first snowflakes coming out of the slate winter sky. Into our heads popped visions of snowmen and snow angels, tobogganing and skating, ice hockey and ringette. Even now, I think most of us as adults cannot help but feel a thrill of excitement when the snow begins to fall. For us to try to imagine Christmas without snow just does not seem to fit. It would be like summer without picnics. Then come the days of digging ourselves out after huge snow dumps and negotiating footing on icy streets and sidewalks.
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