We’re approaching mid-January and I have yet to experience what is generally known as, in these northern climes called Canada, Winter.
I may regret having written that. I admit it: I’m superstitious and by writing and publishing the sentence above, I may have called down the chilly wrath of the icy gods upon me. Still, it needs sayin’.
Had I not moved east to New Brunswick, I would still be in Edmonton, Alberta, living just off Whyte Avenue and one of those sad buggers caught up in this: Winter storm batters the west.
In Fredericton, where I now live, it has been almost balmy by comparison. (Okay, that may be an exaggeration. But seriously: temperatures have largely been around the 0 to 5 degree Celsius mark, when not warmer, and we’ve had sun, fog, rain and very little snow. Odd characteristics for a Canadian winter.)
And my point? As I prepare to move into my house in a week and a half, I am quite pleased with my decision to become an Atlantic Canadian.
Image: A pedestrian crosses College Drive during the blizzard Wednesday in Saskatoon. (Geoff Howe/Canadian Press)
Cross-posted on Crazy Ass Planet.
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