Some years, fall can be like a long French movie where you can almost see each leaf changing colour while having an identity crisis and wondering about the meaning of life.
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I have dreams, projects, ideas, the whole shebang. But when? When do I get to tackle them?
Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
I reached over to grab my phone, plugged to the charger because surely, the power must have been restored at one point during the night.
There are events you know you will recall vividly years later—what you were doing, where you were, how you dealt with the situation.
Remember when I explained you didn’t want to get caught in an ice storm? Well, you probably don’t want to get caught in the summer version of these ice storms either—Ottawa’s legendary downpours.
We deal with snow much like parents deal with a 12-month old eating spaghetti and tomato sauce by himself—amazed by the fact something mundane can create such a giant mess.
The weather was summery and gorgeous until it wasn’t, and apparently the decision was made overnight.
Tropical storm Harvey made a landing in Ottawa yesterday, right before Labour Day.
At first, rain was good news. Non-frozen water falling from the sky meant temperatures were going up and we were transitioning into spring.
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.
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.