For the first few months, east coast Canadian winters can be quite lovely. Snow falls on the land and every last branch sparkles. People like me - somehwat hermetic by nature - have an excuse to stay inside and curl up under blankets and read books and do crafty things with impunity...
and the cats curl up with each other and sleep for days.
But by February, even I'm bloody sick of winter. Come March, I'm ready to climb the walls and the cats....
Last week was beautiful and sunny and I took my little fellow out for a long walk every day and 'Spring, spring, spring' repeated in my mind like a mantra and it was glorious. Then two days ago, this:
It was lovely to look at, but too horrible to contemplate. And that's winter in Quebec; just when you've let your guard down, one more snowstorm, just to remind you how silly you were to forget Every. Other. Winter. But the sun is back, so hope pokes back out of the ground...
Now let me try to use my blog for good rather than whining, and let you know about a very talented young musician and dear boy, Max. Max is my friend Katie's nephew, and I have fond memories of sitting in the grass in Cape Breton this past summer with a bunch of friends on a perfect summer day while Max played guitar and sang for us and we were all lulled into some kind of dream state. If you feel so inclined, please take a few seconds and vote for Max to win the CBC's School of Rock Competition. You can find the link to his song, "Morning Lark", here. With a name like Maximillian Cooper-Flint, he has to be a rock star.
