Anyone who knows me has listened to me complain for the last month and a half that Toronto has no snow. It’s been inordinately warm, almost apocalyptic (too soon? People still disappointed about the fact the world didn’t end?) – December temperatures anywhere from 5-10°C (approximately 40-50°F) and rainy – just like last winter, known as the “Winter That Never Came”. And I reconciled myself to not having any kind of a winter again this year, which depressed me.
I’m a big fan of seasonal temperatures being seasonal. I hate horribly hot weather in spring and fall. I don’t want spring-like temperatures in winter. I’m not a fan of heat – the only time I accept non-seasonal weather is in the summer, because it means I don’t have to run my air conditioner and that I can enjoy being outside. In December, I want it to look like a Christmas card. And today, I got that wish.
I was complaining all day yesterday as my father drove me and my whining cats home to my hometown, 3 hours away. It was miserably raining and windy, and I told him sadly that I’d finally accepted we weren’t going to have a white Christmas at all. But a surprise winter storm blew in last night, and we now have about an inch of snow and cold temperatures. We may not have a white Christmas this year, and that’s fine, but I still got my snow! And so did Toronto, of course – the minute I left, it began snowing. Oh Murphy, how I love your law!
I braved the cold temperatures to go out and take photos of the pretty weather, so I’m sharing a few with you. I’m taking a break from nannying posts and social justice posts, and I’m just going to enjoy the season. Feel free to come along for the ride and enjoy the holidays!