I'm dreaming of a green Christmas.
You see, it snowed here on Monday night. Now, we
do get snow on occasion in Victoria, but it's usually just a brief, laughable visit. This time, though, Mother Nature sent a blast of cold Arctic air after the 2 cm of snow, just to wipe the smug look off the faces of us Wet Coasters. That means that the sanded, salted, plowed, shovelled, partly-shovelled, or not-shovelled-at-all snow froze into a crunchy slippery mess. And it
stayed!
This state of affairs was not uncommon when we lived Back East. However, life is different for us here: we walk
everywhere. Rain may be an irritant at times, but it's easy to deal with - up pops the umbrella and on our way we go. If it gets particularly heavy, on go the yellow rubber boots. Singing in the rain ...
But
snow! As bonafide west coasters, we no longer own winter boots. And walkers don't come with snow tires. I had to take
the bus to the grocery store!
So, bring on the rain. Lots of it. Wash that nasty white stuff of the streets and sidewalks and bring back the lawnmowers. Enough of winter already.
Bah, humbug.
