I just read your words on winter and was very surprised. You? You, my friend from Alberta don’t like winter? You, who we all know has so much energy……sitting by the fire looking out at the frozen trees and sighing? What’s wrong with this picture? Laura, Laura…Laura! You, whose pure white dogs, yes completely white like….snow, have such great fun outside teasing each other in the snow banks while the great northern wind blows …from the east …er, the west, and you don’t like it? I’m flabbergasted.
Laura, I don’t believe that you are a failure as a Canadian. Quite the opposite, you are the norm…and that is what’s wrong, because you are unique. You always stand out. No one can equal your quick wit; you are far from the standard stereotype, and still you don’t like winter? The world is upside down.
Far be it from me to convince you to like this beautiful season. I will just give you a list of reasons why I love winter. It’s up to you my friend, and if we weren’t so far apart… I would say “Come and join me. The terrace of the little cafe near our home is open. You’ll be given a blanket and will be able to warm your sweet little face while sipping your very dark hot chocolate with homemade coffee-flavoured marshmallows”.
Reasons why I love winter:
- No exposed bellies
- No flip-flops
- No disgusting sunscreen
- No noise from lawnmowers
- No noise from the neighbours
- Everyone has the same silhouette in a parka…the slender and the not so slender, children and the elderly. We all look alike.
- Red cheeks look good
- Cashmere….what a great invention, in pastels if possible
- The pleasure of warming up after being cold
- The joy of children playing “The lion on top of the mountain”
- Winter sports at dusk (at 4:00 in the afternoon)
- A simple walk in the cold is cardio.
- Real food: stews, hearty soups, maple syrup desserts, creamy chocolate.
- The noise of snow plows at 4:00 in the morning, their lights twinkling in the darkness.
- The joy of telling children that school is closed because of a storm.
- We speak less to say nothing when our mouths are frozen.
- Mitts can be used as a handkerchief.
- The brightness that can change an everyday landscape into a beautiful one.
And so Laura, I leave you with this little song by Robert Charlebois, who is part of your “crying the blues about winter” club. Ah! I forgot to thank you for the lovely scarf you knitted for me. Don’t worry, I take it out every day with great pleasure (photo above).
Cheers from Québec, my friend, xx
(In this clip Charlebois tells how he will be going south to enjoy the sun and the beaches….)
[Translated by Susan Spier]