It makes a beautiful picture, Eric, but you can keep that weather - not my cup-of-tea. I still remember the ice and snow when growing up in Lancashire. Oh! the pain of fingers thawing out and all that....but have to admit I also had lots of fun as a kid playing in the snow - making the most of it, sledging down the slopes, snowballing - almost compensated the other side of it. Memories!!!! Kids are resilient - don't think I could hack it now, and certainly not as severe as you have it.
Still you have to learn to adjust and cope - sounds like you do both these things admirably, I love the way you relax - should be more of it......
By the way, I think your picture would make a nice postcard - but as far as I'm concerned that's the place it belongs......
Still you have to learn to adjust and cope - sounds like you do both these things admirably, I love the way you relax - should be more of it......
By the way, I think your picture would make a nice postcard - but as far as I'm concerned that's the place it belongs......

A couple of them also provided nice snacks for a hawk that has been hanging around the neighbourhood. I had some shopping to do; so, I walked up to the local Tigre Geant and the El Cabo ... all kinds of people out walking, well bundled of course.
Everyone seemed cheerful ... calling out things like, "Nice day, eh." (Go figure, eh
), and "Cold enough fer ya". Extreme winter weather might be a pain in the ass; but we handle it ... 'cause we're Canadians, eh.
I can't remember the name of the clogger who made mine ... he had his shop on Barnes St., up on the left hand side towards the Square, near the chemist's shop ... Even though I can't remember the name, I can remember how it looked, and the smell of the wood and the leather.
Here are my rides.