It’s winter in Alberta
And the gentle breezes blow,
50 miles per hour at 10 degrees below!
Oh, how I love the frozen tundra
When the snow’s up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I’m a fool.
I could never leave Alberta,
Cause I’m frozen to the stool.
PS: Knock it off with your pictures of spring crocuses already.
Thanks to Michelle for sending this along!
There were FIREWORKS!
There was a DOG skating on the ICE
There was a FIREPIT on the ICE
Look at this block of packed snow [Mr. N-T is 6′ 3″] ready to be used for the Ice Sculpture Competition – I promise to take a picture of the finished product:
Unfortunately we missed the fire dancers, I keep forgetting about the horrid traffic in this town, it took 45 minutes to drive to the site, 2 years to park and then literally 6 minutes to drive home. Rookie mistake.
We had such a
freezing cold fantastic time 🙂
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I made a momentous decision that this was the year to join in the CBC’s annual “Battle of the Books“. In a new twist, they picked the books by region which is a genius idea.
From British Columbia and Yukon: Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese
From Prairies and North: The Age of Hope by David Bergen
From Ontario: Away by Jane Urquhart
From Quebec: Two Solitudes by Hugh MacLennan
From Atlantic Provinces: February by Lisa Moore
I can’t wait to get started.
The local “WinterFest” starts February 14th to the 24th and I am going to make every effort to attend/observe as many activities as I can and report back. The Opening Ceremony theme is Fire & Ice featuring fireworks choreographed to music by the international award-winning Fireworks Spectacular, ice-skating, fire dancers, bonfires, and ice-dancing demos.
This is all happening on a FROZEN RIVER.
I know I’ll lose all Canadian credibility but I’m going to say it anyway – it boggles my mind that a place can get so cold that a river will freeze and a festival, that includes FIRE DANCERS, can safely take place. Maybe I’ve watched too many cartoons because, to me, this has all of the makings of a Wile E. Coyote disaster.
I’ve got my toque, scarf, thermal unmentionables, wool socks, layers upon layers of clothing, fleece vest, and my heavy winter jacket and snow pants ready to head out into the COLD to celebrate winter. Hopefully we are celebrating the departure of winter 😉
We had big plans today to go on a “Winter’s Walk” this afternoon. The elementary school kids did a trek last week and we thought it would be a fun thing to recreate on a super sunny Sunday – it was a stunningly beautiful day. However as we were getting ready to go – the little girl from next door asked if my daughter would like to come over and play in her IGLOO.
I think it is important for me to stop right now and formally apologize to every nice tourist who has ever asked me if I had built and/or played in an igloo as a child. I used to roll my eyes so hard at that question and now I am aware that it was rude. Apparently, Canadians can and do build igloos for their children. Here’s proof:
A great time was had by all. The best kind of words were used when she finally came back in: “so cool”, “awesome”, “brilliant”, “snow fell down my neck”, and “can I have some hot chocolate?”.
If I meet someone with a pet beaver – I’ll let you know, eh?
It seems a bit off to me – but hey, if there is a chance that spring is coming early – I’ll take it.
It was another gorgeous sunny day here and we finally unearthed the toboggan & off we went to the closest hill.
Baaj has redefined the meaning of going for a walk:
Getting ready to fly down:
I tried to get a picture of mid-action or at the bottom of the hill but it didn’t quite work out 🙂
Currently cooking: Mango Chutney in the slow cooker. It smells amazing in here – almost like summer!
I used to think that I had the smartest car in the world. Harken back to a time when I lived in a temperate rain forest and frolicked in green parks filled with gigantic evergreen trees – an almost mythical place filled with bountiful coffee shops, delicious sushi bars and cheap pedicure salons. Sob.
Anyway, back when I drove the golden streets of the magical kingdom, two or three times a year an extreme weather warning was issued for the temperatures would dip dangerously low to zero degrees, my smart and brave car would gently notify me that I might encounter “Possible Icy Roads”. “What a miracle of modern technology” I would say to myself, “a vehicle that really cares about my family’s wellbeing.”
Now that I have been banished to the frozen tundra, I know better. This car is pure evil and will take every opportunity to mock me mercilessly.
The first time I drove here and a “Possible Icy Roads” warning was issued – I snorted ironically. “Possible Icy Roads”? Really? What gave it away? The sheets of pure ice masquerading as roads? The fact that I am reading articles like “Walk Like A Penguin“?
Still the car continued on its daily quest to shake my sanity. When I started the car, the warning would appear; then it started appearing when I would try to turn left – the warning would appear AND the back end of the car would decide to go in another direction. Now it just randomly appears: driving, attempting to turn left, waiting at traffic lights, and recently when I’ve been sitting on the couch, I can feel the car taunting me from the garage.
“Possible Icy Roads” – bring it. It’s going to take more than that to unhinge me.