Counting down the days until spring

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This article was published 26/02/2022 (345 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

 

I have to admit I’ve been doing my share of complaining about the extreme cold and excessive snow this winter. Though I generally like winter, this particular season has been most challenging. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Or maybe it’s because I slipped and fell down our front steps and 10 days later still have a bruise the size of a gallery painting on my backside. I’m not sure. But lately I’ve been asking myself more frequently why I live here. 
I recently received an email from a friend who lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where the average daily high in February is 31 C. He stayed with us for three months a few years ago while he attended English classes, and we continue to exchange perspectives on life in our respective countries. I’ve been sending him photos of our winter wonderland. Here’s an excerpt from his thoughts about living in a hot climate: 
“In Rio, I have been struggling with this unusual humid summer. The temperatures are high but the feeling is even worse with the high levels of humidity in the air. Sometimes, I feel suffocated. Every now and then, I resort to a shopping mall near my house for air conditioning. All I need is winter. By the way, the amount of snow in your front yard is impressive, for one can barely see the street. Thanks for the picture, though. I wish we had here a bit of the chilling wind that you have over there. If we only could swap…” 
Funny thing how we often seem to want what we don’t have and how those things always seem more appealing than the things we do have. 
I try to find the bright side, though. There’s often one somewhere. As I write this a friend texted to let me know there was yet another blizzard warning coming our way. That’s not the bright side. But it made me realize how excited I am about the next season. So I’m counting the days to spring, oh yes I am. The cold provides an opportunity to have a new season to look forward to. I’m eagerly awaiting backyard barbecues, swapping stories with neighbours over the fence, sitting on the front steps and greeting people walking their dogs in the neighbourhood. I look forward to sauntering over to the local coffee shop and restaurants without worry of the bitterly cold winter winds, the slick ice underneath the layers of snow, or the long list of pandemic restrictions. 
Spring is almost here. I think it’s safe to say that all of us are going to be appreciating it in a big way this year. As for my Brazilian friend, I don’t know that he really wants to swap climates. He’s planning to come visit us this year, but surprisingly, not in winter. 
Janine LeGal is a community correspondent for St. Boniface. 

 

I have to admit I’ve been doing my share of complaining about the extreme cold and excessive snow this winter. Though I generally like winter, this particular season has been most challenging. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Or maybe it’s because I slipped and fell down our front steps and 10 days later still have a bruise the size of a gallery painting on my backside. I’m not sure. But lately I’ve been asking myself more frequently why I live here. 

Photo by Janine LeGal You always want what you can’t have. Correspondent Janine LeGal writes that a friend in Brazil says he would love to be in a Canadian winter now.

I recently received an email from a friend who lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where the average daily high in February is 31 C. He stayed with us for three months a few years ago while he attended English classes, and we continue to exchange perspectives on life in our respective countries. I’ve been sending him photos of our winter wonderland. Here’s an excerpt from his thoughts about living in a hot climate: 

“In Rio, I have been struggling with this unusual humid summer. The temperatures are high but the feeling is even worse with the high levels of humidity in the air. Sometimes, I feel suffocated. Every now and then, I resort to a shopping mall near my house for air conditioning. All I need is winter. By the way, the amount of snow in your front yard is impressive, for one can barely see the street. Thanks for the picture, though. I wish we had here a bit of the chilling wind that you have over there. If we only could swap…” 

Funny thing how we often seem to want what we don’t have and how those things always seem more appealing than the things we do have. 

I try to find the bright side, though. There’s often one somewhere. As I write this a friend texted to let me know there was yet another blizzard warning coming our way. That’s not the bright side. But it made me realize how excited I am about the next season. So I’m counting the days to spring, oh yes I am. The cold provides an opportunity to have a new season to look forward to. I’m eagerly awaiting backyard barbecues, swapping stories with neighbours over the fence, sitting on the front steps and greeting people walking their dogs in the neighbourhood. I look forward to sauntering over to the local coffee shop and restaurants without worry of the bitterly cold winter winds, the slick ice underneath the layers of snow, or the long list of pandemic restrictions. 

Spring is almost here. I think it’s safe to say that all of us are going to be appreciating it in a big way this year. As for my Brazilian friend, I don’t know that he really wants to swap climates. He’s planning to come visit us this year, but surprisingly, not in winter. 


Janine LeGal is a community correspondent for St. Boniface. 

Janine LeGal

Janine LeGal
St. Boniface community correspondent

Janine LeGal is a community correspondent for St. Boniface who also writes the These Old Houses column for our Community Homes section.

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