2014 has blasted in with extreme cold weather here in Ontario, Canada.
Windchill is in the minus thirties/forties and you risk frostbite if
you’re out for any length of time with skin exposed.
This is our fourth winter in Canada and we’re better equipped to endure
it now than ever. The children all have snowpants, snowboots and
frost-protective coats and gloves – a far cry from our first year here
when we scraped by with no car and the bare minimum.
Our First Canadian Winter
I remember how the snow began falling in earnest on the first of
December, cleaving to some indiscernible timetable, and we didn’t see
the ground again until April.
The novelty of this meteorological
test of endurance thrilled us. We marveled at the efficiency of
snow-plows, especially the mini ones that cleared the footpaths. We
loved them all the more when we discovered it’s near impossible to push a
stroller through snow.
And so began the heroic quests that live on as cherished family
memories, tales of our ‘pioneer period’ told with a wistful smile and
knowing glances when someone asks “What’s winter like in Canada?”