This winter just doesn’t want to die. It’s awful.
On March 22, we woke up to yet another snow storm. Fifteen centimetres of heavy wet snow. I thought I was going to cry.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I put my boots on and worked on shovelling the driveway. Mark came to help out. “As soon as we clean this up,” I promised, “we can walk to Tim Hortons and I will get you a donut.”
Thirty minutes later, we were done and Mark had eaten about a pound of snow. We walked to the Tim Hortons at the end of the street and had coffee and donuts. That’s my boy—a strong toddler who can walk a few blocks in a blizzard, holding my hand! We don’t even have to take the stroller anymore—which is great, because I don’t think I can push it in the snow—Mark can walk all by himself, like a big boy. This kid is more Canadian than I am.
Sorry, proud mommy moment.
The winter weather is affecting everyone here, especially those who didn’t get the chance to escape somewhere warm like we did. Sure, snowy landscapes are pretty… but think of the logistics of driving snowy roads, walking on unshoveled sidewalks and having to clear the driveway like we did today!
I want to be able to go out without freezing and finally wear sandals again.
Come on, spring! Get your ass over here!