We have heard the question a lot, "What were you thinking, coming home in the middle of winter?" And we certainly were asking ourselves the same question as we set out from the airport in Vancouver to drive to Williams Lake, straight into what I would classify as a blizzard (but perhaps I have gotten a little soft in the last few years). It was a little shocking to waken from my jet lagged stupor to find a world of white. After becoming accustom to the the ever-green world of PNG it was actually a little bit wonderful to rediscover a winter wonderland. After we once again became familiar with the cold that bites at your nose and cheeks, and learned to drive again on winter roads (a change of tires certainly helped), we were able to really start enjoying the change of scenery. The one thing that I really noticed was just how restful winter felt. I guess that isn't to much of a stretch when it feels like it is always dark. I know that the boys were wishing they could have rested a little longer when we were putting them on the school bus at 7:30 am in the pitch black. However when the sun was finally able to poke it's head up and start it's low arc across the sky all of the colours were muted and less intrusive. It was like every thing was taking a break and having a rest. And there is something truly special about the days when everything is wearing a sparkly white coat of hoarfrost. We also enjoyed some of the things that can only happen in the snow like sledding, skiing, and snow ball fights. As it turned out we were none to early getting back as we got the question from one of the boys, "Mom, what are flurries?" Yikes, we needed to do some Canadian parenting! Mel for the Marshes |
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