The Writing Life

And so it begins…

I made a big move this summer, out into the country about two hours north of where I used to live. I grew up on the shores of the southern great lakes. Mainly Lake Ontario and spent many years near Lake Erie.

I experienced lake effect snow, but nothing like the lake effect I’ve been experiencing since making the move north.

Warning signs that I would regularly see way, way up in northern Ontario where my Dad was from, were gracing the roads here and I knew, from visiting my late inlaws, that the highway along Lake Huron would randomly be closed.

I get it now.

It started snowing early, like November 2nd. And just twenty minutes south, there would be nothing. All those summer storms and tornados, were suddenly turning into SQUALLS.

The sunrises have been nice.

And not just the white fluffy stuff I was used to, but full on heavy, wet snow. When I complain to my Dad, he just laughs, but not too much as my brother and him are in the same weather system as me!

So winter has begun here, even though it’s still technically fall. I’ve had to light the big wood furnace, which scared me. I’m so used to just adjusting a set point and the furnace coming on.

Now, I have to stoke a fire, build campfires (thanks Girl Guides of Canada for that training it’s coming in handy).

One thing I do like about this snow and the country, it’s so quiet. So peaceful. My boys love the snow and the freedom of the big property to do whatever and now that we’ve upgraded our minivan to a Jeep SUV with 4 wheel drive, I’m a lot more confident in my winter driving.

I also live in hope (because the snow has come and melted three times in November) that I will get an actual white Christmas this year! Something positive, trying to remain positive as I hate winter.

I’m counting down to spring and summer and fall.

I’m also not the only one that hates the bite of winter, my hero Dr. Henry Blake from Falling for Her Billionaire Doc feels exactly the same way:

FREAKING COLD.
Dr. Henry Blake scowled up at the first few flakes of snow swirling around in the air. He hated the cold. He hated the fresh air, the woods and the windchill, and he scowled up at the cloud-covered sky, hoping he could melt every single last stupid snowflake that was falling down.
Why am I here again?

So, how do you feel about winter or the change of seasons?