I’ll remind you once again that I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
(25c=77F, for you Americans/pre-metric Canadians.)
This is insane! My birthday falls on Saturday and I vividly remember years spent battling snow storms to get to the bowling alley (it was the cool place to party as a 3rd grader, okay?). I mean, I enjoy this weather. I could just as easily be stuck in my parka cursing at the city’s overuse of boot-ruining salt.
On the other hand, if I’m not outside 24/7 or if I have something to do, I feel like I’m just wasting it. I know it’s going to get cooler before summer, and it might even snow in April. It’s happened before!
It’s the idea of “better soak it all up now before it goes away again!” that makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes I just want to sit inside and write, sometimes I have appointments to go to. For those of you sitting in a lecture right now, wishing you were outside, you know what I mean. You’ll feel guilty for not enjoying the weather, and guilty for skipping class or putting off that essay to go outside.
At least I got one good day in of enjoying the sunshine!
Oscar enjoying the lake down at the Bluffs:
And one exhausted dog in the car on the way home:
There are three little patches of chives that have already come up from last year, too:
Not complaining, chives are one of my favourites. If only basil wasn’t an annual…
There’s an interesting and somewhat depressing article in Macleans about how the good ol’ Canadian winter may be coming to an end. As much as I loathe scraping the ice off my car when I’m late for work, snowboarding (my tailbone will never recover), and other various winter-related things, there’s something very sad about the prospect that this winter may become the norm.
I mean, how else are we going to relieve the February blues when there’s no ice to watch people slip on?