In a winter that almost wasn't, the last few days offered up the most seasonal moments. On the very last day of the official season, two of my neighbours were celebrating the opportunity to use their snow removal machines, clearing their own and then their neighbours' driveways like children riding their favourite toys.
The blizzard the day before was strangely warm and having already packed away my winter boots, I had to make my way around town in my rubber boots to keep my feet from getting soaked. I didn't look stylish, but my socks and pant legs were dry when I returned home from running errands.
This was only my second winter with snow tires. They suffered a lot of wear and tear on dry pavement and didn't have to work very hard in snow this winter. My husband took them off the car and put them away about a week ago and I feel lucky to live in a town with a rapid snow removal plan. The grader moved most of the white stuff away and the sun is working hard on the rest.
The urgency to enjoy the weather is obvious and the hum of snowmobiles added to the ambient sounds after the storm.
I don't mind the snow. I'm glad I live in a place where the seasons are distinct and I enjoy taking part in activities only a real winter can provide. I love to ski, but have had only a few opportunities in my life.
I love the snow in the mountains but I've had great times on the prairie bumps as well. Living close to Table Mountain, I see many members of my community sporting season passes, but even with such a short drive it seems we rarely have time to enjoy the park.
Many times I have tried to convince my husband winter isn't all bad and he should try skiing. Last year he decided he would try the sport and I encouraged him to start with a lesson. Last week we tagged along with my daughter's school and he tried skiing for the first time.
It was our ninth anniversary and although I'm disappointed it took so long for him to realize how much fun the slopes are, it was a great anniversary gift to me to know he wants to ski again and will consider a winter holiday to the mountains next year.
I know the view from my front window will rapidly change as the snow melts. I'm glad to see the white stuff, but I'll take the green, too.
