I was born and raised in Montreal so I know a lot about cold
weather (especially when wearing a mini-skirt in February while waiting for the
school bus!). And somehow, to me,
temperatures in Fahrenheit always feel so much colder than they do in Celsius. Given my past experience, I believe that I have
fully paid my dues weather-wise. So last
Saturday, as the temperature hovered around -27 degrees C, I resolutely snuggled
myself deeper into my comforter and stayed deliciously warm in bed. It was lovely. That said, my tuque goes off to all the
walkers who did go out last Saturday and brave the cold. You are a remarkable bunch.
Contrast last Saturday with this one, which had a high of 9
degrees C! The morning was warm and
sunny and spring-like as we met and then started to walk around the cemetery. It was hard to believe only one week had
passed, the difference in temperature was so great. It actually made one feel optimistic about
the coming of spring. To add to that good feeling, after once around the
cemetery, some of us were fortunate enough to enjoy a few hours at the spa, a
most luxurious way to spend a Saturday in February and highly recommended as restorative
to both mind and body. And it too, felt
absolutely delicious.
