We’re in a funny part of the province. After living so close to the lake for so long, when we moved an hour north, we rediscovered winter. When we lived in the Big City, I don’t think I ever needed to wear boots for more than a few days each winter. My OB is in our old neighbourhood and last winter when I was pregnant, I would bundle up when we left home and peel off layers in the balmy weather when we got to his office 45 minutes from home.
This is our yard:
I’m not complaining! But isn’t that crazy?