Acceptance

My mothers reaction was of staggering disbelief, when I told her we had snow yesterday. Winter is a bit of a foreign country to her, she lives on the west coast which only can pretend to have the odd winter day.

Last week, while celebrating a friends birthday the talk was all about the imminent ski season. I was still clinging to the last vestiges of summer trying to extract every last shred of heat out of the dimming sun. I was in no mind to turn around and face winter despite yellowing leaves and the occasional proof on the thermometer that the mercury was dipping below zero some nights. Even so my body has been lighting the fire on chilly mornings, digging the vegetables out of the garden and helping to build a cold room in the basement.

Yesterday we decided to cancel our camping/hiking trip to Jasper. The forecast is for lows of minus twelve.