So here we are, a balmy 15 degrees (or around 50 Fahrenheit) and it’s the beginning of February. We were told that we’d have a mild winter this year, but still. You have to rub your eyes to remind yourself that you’re in Canada.
I’m reminded of one late March snow storm in the mid-80’s. It got up to around 27 degrees (or the high 70’s, Fahrenheit). The tulips had bloomed and everyone was out doing yardwork in their shorts. We were told to expect a blizzard the next day, on April 1, but hoped it was an April Fool’s joke. It wasn’t. All the tulips died and we were so stiff from the previous day’s yard work that we didn’t have the wherewithal to shovel the mountain of snow that buried our cars for a week. We were not happy campers.
In other news, I’ve decided to start an exercise program. This is big news because I hate this thing called ‘working out.’ My exercise program consists of getting at least 2 kilometres worth on the treadmill. Period. I believe in starting small. 🙂