I graduated from high school in the Okanagan of BC. There cold means snow, cold means -4. I moved to the North in 2001 to be with my now husband. Then I learned that cold means C_O_L_D. When you can feel the hairs in our nostrils freeze its cold; when your wheels turn like you are riding the Fred Mobile in the Flinstones; when the metal in the frame of your glasses causes marks on your face, then you know its cold. Most days I don't mind. Its the days when I realize I have taken my two preschoolers out and the school is closed because it is too cold for them is the days I wonder why I live here.
We are praying the Cold has ended; it has been a beautiful weekend, the sun is out, the wind is mostly gone, the weather is nicer so we've been out walking more - forget about the bears, the people come out of hibernation with the sun! While out for a walk the other day I brought the camera along and got these adorable pics of the kids.