It Strikes Me Funny: Escape south for winter? No way, José

Neighbours went to Mexico last week, came back without a tan, and while I shoveled yet more snow from my driveway onto their lawn I thought:

“So what was the point? For Coronas and a slice of lime by the pool? Warmer temps? A break from the snow? All of the above?”

Canadian snowbirds stay away for months at a time. It’s not for me.


Some complain about the snow. I love it.

Others wonder where we’ll all put the snow from the next blizzard. I’ve already got it figured out.

Robert Frost anyone?

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
 
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Hats of snow on fence posts, branches lined with frost - lovely.

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