Victoria typed up the names of all of you who entered the giveaway for Dorcas Smucker’s book, Tea and Trouble Brewing. I cut them carefully into strips and mixed them up and put them into a bowl. Andre closed his eyes and drew a name. And the winner is #writersblock02! Congratulations, Andrea! I’m excited about mailing a package all the way to Lancaster, PA, for you. And for those of you who didn’t win, see previous post for how to order the book.
And thanks to all of you who entered. I enjoyed hearing about what you like about where you live. I started my own post on a day when I was feeling sad about how long winter stretches out before us. In writing it, I again realized how attached I am to the Great White North.
Post below:
They were off to school in a flurry of skates and shin pads and elbow pads and hockey pants. The insanity has just begun.
The car thermometer showed -23 degrees Celsius on the drive to school. I`d left my gloves at home in the craziness of getting out the door and the steering wheel was cold long after the suburban warmed up.
Last night I went on a walk after school and the sun set at 4:30-ish. It doesn’t get very high in the sky on the shortest days of the year.
And it wasn’t up yet at 9:00 this morning, but the sky was blue and pink and promising.
Our neighbors saw this grizzly this fall. Its unusual to see them here, but they seem to travel through occasionally.
I know the spot to look for the cow moose in the bush beside the road on the drive to school.
Last night I burst into unexplainable tears because the overhead light in our bedroom seemed so dim and the four walls of the house were coming in on me, even though I went out to play with Liesl and Andre in the morning and took a walk later in the day.
Dan took us to town for icecream after supper because he knew I was blue.
I dream of the days in Belize when the children put on their flip flops and got on their bikes and went off to school. I dream of Florida, of Paraguay, of Kenyan sunshine beating hotly down.
Our neighbor, Mr. Sadlier, shot a record book elk last week.
The aeriator on our dugout isn’t working right and only a local can understand what dugout water is like that’s not getting air. Hold your nose and close your eyes while you take a bubble bath at my house right now.
Winter afternoon sunshine is glorious.
In town there’s this northern camaraderie that I can’t explain. Big diesel pickups idling. Tuques (US stocking caps—and yes, wikipedia told me to spell it that way!) and scarves and boots everywhere. People walking quickly to their vehicles. Long lines at Tim Hortons drive-thru. No size 10 boys’ coats to be found. Snow stamping and shivering.
Oh land of my birth, you have captured my heart. You hold it tightly and don’t let it go. Sometimes I know that I will not survive you. I cry quietly on my winter walk because winter has only begun, the water smells bad, and everywhere I look there is a semi doing oilfield hauling. The tears freeze on my cheeks. (I do not exaggerate for effect.)
*note: Some of my friends absolutely LOVE winter here. Long snowy days make them happy, busy in their cocoons of sewing or crafting or cooking or feeding their cattle and chickens.*
Then I catch my breath at your frost and your wide spaces and your wildlife. I bask in the crackle of the fire and the falling snow. I am proud of our red-cheeked hockey players. I drink a chai latte and talk with my friend at the coffee shop. There is lots of time to read a bedtime story. Maybe I will even start to blog in earnest.
We will survive another winter. We will even enjoy it. Chinooks will breathe over us when it feels like we can’t stand another day of cold.
And then the spring mud will come.
Soon the wild busyness of summer will be upon us. Planting and haymaking and picnics and weddings and camping and DOING.
I will smile again, breathe in warmth and light, and forget about vitamins and anti-depressants and SAD lights.
I love where we live because it is where we’re supposed to be right now. I love it because of the people we share life with here. I love it because it’s beautiful and free.
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