My preschooler recently discovered a pair of mittens hiding
in the bottom of the diaper bag. I put
them there early in the winter to make sure we always had a pair in
reserve. He was delighted when he found
them. He’d been trying to wear his
sisters’ gloves but they were always too big and he couldn’t quite get his
fingers in the right places.
Now he wears his new blue mittens as often as he can. Inside, outside, to the park when it’s
seventeen degrees…
But who can blame him?
It might be seventeen degrees today but there’s no guarantee it will be
above zero tomorrow. Hi, I’m
Kathryn. I live in Alberta .
I’m often amazed around mid-March when people start
complaining about the long winter and how spring just does not want to come this
year. I feel like taking them gently by
the shoulders, looking into their eyes and, with as much kindness as I can
muster, breaking the news to them that snow could be in the forecast for
another two months. Hi, what’s your
name? Do you know what province you live
in?
I must admit, by early May I’m as tired of winter as
everyone else and by then I’ve got seven pairs (each) of winter boots, splash
boots, running shoes, and flip flops kicking around the house. Enough!
So I start washing winter coats and packing away boots. Away – but never too far. At least until after the May long weekend.
If it snows after Victoria Day, I may have to move back to
BC.
