It is so beautiful in Edmonton this weekend. Soft downy snow has been floating down from the sky for days, piling up on the bench, the lawn chairs and the barbecue. The braces on the fences and the branches on the trees are overflowing and anything that offers any perch is spilling over with whiteness. The berries on the trees are dressed in little white hats. In the dim light the blanket of snow is studded with diamonds lit by the street lights, and even the air sparkles. It is so quiet, as if the falling snow catches the sounds and drops them on the ground leaving nothing in the air but the crunch of my boots on the snow. It is so beautiful in Edmonton this weekend.
January 17, 2021
Ten years later, and I still love winter in Alberta. This winter has been incredibly mild. At eight this morning it is already above 0. The wind has created a crust on the snow which is now littered with twigs, spruce and pine needles, and sand spread on all roads and pathways. I would love some fresh snow to cover it all up, and some colder weather to put that rosy glow in my cheeks.