Canadian Winter

Being in denial about winter being here is just not working. The days are getting shorter and shorter, and the nights are getting colder and colder. Winter has arrived. It is real. And it is a season that I do not like. Not one bit. I bellyache about it until the end of February. Sometimes way into March. And I’m always cold, damn it. Always. No matter how I dress, or how many layers I’m hiding under, I shake like a leaf as if I’d never faced a Canadian winter before.

It wasn’t always like this. And I didn’t always feel this way. I loved winter when I was a child, and couldn’t wait for it to snow. And I was over the moon when those heavy snowstorms and blizzards (that were much more common back then) came to town and shut down the schools. Can you say snow fortresses and snowball fights? Joy, joy, joy! Fun, fun, fun!

Bleh!

That was then. Now I don’t like it at all. Sure it’s scenic. And yes, I look forward to snapping some ‘magical winter’ images, but a couple of weeks of winter, instead of months worth that we’re saddled with, would be enough for all that.

Sigh.

So what’s this chilled-to-the-bone-winter-hating girl to do? Well, since I don’t have the option of spending this period sipping pina coladas on a tropical island, I may as well go stark raving mad  laugh (hysterically) about it with some funny images. Like the ones scattered throughout this post, which I hope you enjoyed.

Brrr...



This used to be me during the winter when I was a child.

This is me now.

Spring (sob)...where did you go? Come back...