Snow Day

We wake to the first snow of the season and reports of tangled traffic. It happens to be a morning when we have an early appointment in town. No matter. We’re Canadian, we expect this. I’m quietly giddy at the snow, the dark, and the start of hygee season. Let nesting commence with blankets, reading

Now It Is Winter

Winter arrives and, with it, the shortest day of the year—starting tomorrow, it’s downhill toward gardening season. And still, no snow. Butter tarts, a  sweet Canadian treat, are happening here today and probably not much else. Winter arrives, waiting continues. Words are few.