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In one of the Anne books, L M Montgomery, living not far from where I am in Ontario when she wrote it, said "Snow in April is abomniable; like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss."
Well, we woke up to find a white world as an April Fool but it melted and I thought, fine, winter's last try. After all, the bulbs are up and ther've been some days last month where we got to 70 F.
So today? We get an ice storm.
As I type, the hail is rattling against the windows in a constant tiptappy flurry.
I hate winter now. I'm truly acclimatised and Canadian. When we first moved here it was a novelty; Portsmouth in the the south of England gets snow every 7 years and about enough to bury a matchstick lying flat. Even shovelling it seemed fun.
Ah, me. Six years changes a lot...
Well, we woke up to find a white world as an April Fool but it melted and I thought, fine, winter's last try. After all, the bulbs are up and ther've been some days last month where we got to 70 F.
So today? We get an ice storm.
As I type, the hail is rattling against the windows in a constant tiptappy flurry.
I hate winter now. I'm truly acclimatised and Canadian. When we first moved here it was a novelty; Portsmouth in the the south of England gets snow every 7 years and about enough to bury a matchstick lying flat. Even shovelling it seemed fun.
Ah, me. Six years changes a lot...