It’s only later in the evening that I learned this piece of trivia: that Thursday, temperatures on Mars had been warmer than in Ottawa.
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It was snowing. In October. Not the kind of slightly wet rain that can still pass as your regular fall rain, but big fluffy snowflakes, the kind Hollywood favours to feature in Christmas family movies.
Grab a leaf or two and admire the unique range of colours and patterns along the veins. No, I’m not stoned, thank you for asking.
The tide was low and I knew there was water somewhere, in front of us, but it was lost somewhere in the heavy mist. It was so hot the seawater was evaporating in front of us.
I find that one of life’s greatest pleasures is the juxtaposition of contrasts that makes…
It’s a very unusual Christmas here—we have no snow and as I’m writing this, on the 24th, it’s 17°C outside. No kidding.
This year, I didn’t even notice fall had started. It was still nice and warm…
You’d see Ottawa today, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same city that was stuck in…
We are so desperate for spring that when the temperature climbs to 5°C, people are walking around wearing shorts.
The light was almost surreal, with the sun shining through a thick layer of grey clouds. It would snow again, for sure, but meanwhile it was almost hazy—would have been, if it wasn’t -20°C.
The summer months are hot and humid and thunderstorms are frequent. There isn’t much you can do. One minute, the sky is clear, and next thing you know it’s falling on your head. Good luck finding shelter—unless you are downtown or there is a Tim Hortons nearby, you can’t escape anywhere. We don’t even have proper bus shelters at all stops.
On March 22, we woke up to yet another snow storm. Fifteen centimetres of heavy wet snow. I thought I was going to cry.
It’s been very cold since we arrived last Sunday—yes, even for Canada. For the past few days, temperatures have been hovering around -25°C, -40°C with the windchill.
It started snowing Tuesday night and we woke up to a shitload of snow on Wednesday. It’s beautiful, for sure—the scenery changed dramatically overnight. It has that perfect “Hollywood Christmas” feel. No wind, snow artistically stuck to trees, branches and poles, a picture-perfect white landscape.
It will get cold, eventually. But for now, we are just hopping from one park to the other to play with the leaves and teach Mark how to walk. We don’t even have to go far into the wild, any small park—hell, even the supermarket’s parking lot!—has an amazing display of colours.
One of the questions my family asks me most often is: “But where do you put all that snow?”
Well, anywhere we can—on the lawn, on the side of the road, at the end of the driveway… The result is massive snow piles scattered in every neighborhood. They can get pretty high and it’s dangerous when they block part of the street, since you can’t see the traffic when you back off your driveway. They also block the drains and create floods everywhere.
We’ve been going through a very cold spell in Ottawa. I know, it’s January and this kind of weather is expected but I was still shocked when I read the temperature on the thermometer outside that morning: – 30°C.
And that is without the wind-chill factor.
A few days after the first massive Christmas snow storm, we had another winter weather spell: over 20 centimeters of snow fell on the city, adding to the 30 centimeters that were already on the ground. The result? Massive snow piles in the neighborhood, benches and patio fixtures disappearing under the fresh snow, unshoveled streets and sidewalks and blocked driveways. Just another day in Canada, basically.
Friday’s snow storm came and went and left behind a wonderful scenery: we woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve under a bright blue sunny sky. It was gorgeous, bits of ice and some snow had stuck to the trees and the streets were still all covered by a thick coat of snow.
Surprise surprise, the world didn’t end on December 21, 2012 and we survived yet another predicted doomsday. Gee, what a letdown! That’s it, I’m not trusting the world ever again—it’s been crying wolf too many times.
The first morning in London, we went out wearing our usual summer outfit: shorts and t-shirts. We took the Tube to Victoria Station, and as soon as we stepped out of it, we were greeted by a torrential downpour. Welcome to London!
When it rains in Ottawa, it pours. And it has been pouring for almost a week non-stop now—blah weather, trust me. Umbrellas aren’t being terribly helpful because it’s flooded everywhere, and the wind is often too strong to hold the umbrella in the first place.
On Monday, I was publishing a photo article on “Early Spring in the Farm”, and I was joking about jinxing the nice weather. Well, looks like I did (sorry Ottawa!).