Here comes the snow again!

Annie Lennox of The Eurythmics famously sang ‘Here comes the rain again’ – but in the case of the Great North, perhaps that should be ‘Here comes the snow again’.



One of the greatest female voices of the 80s, Annie Lennox is famed for her powerful 3-octave range.


It was barely a few months ago that the seasons here had turned to glorious spring, with a quick dash through summer – and here we are again, leaves golden and falling – and we’re back out the other end heading into the long, dark winter.


One thing about Canada, there is no mistaking the four distinct seasons.


When Halloween approaches, that’s my cue to begin my winter preparations: swap my car to winter tires, prepare the garden, winterize the motorbike for it’s long wait and complete any pressing outdoor activities.


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Riding a motorbike is all the more sweeter when the season is so short.


Unfortunately my ‘internal’ preparations are not quite as succinct, as I struggle with adapting to the dark and the dropping temperatures.

The good news is that I’ve usually found my groove once the winter has fully arrived with it’s snowy peaks and glorious blue skies.



I’m still a beginner, but skiing has fast become one of my greatest winter pleasures.


Trying to make friends with the snow: I’m not giving up that easily

Despite the fact that it’s Spring here, this weekend we had 20cm of snowfall in 24 hours.

As I slipped over in it for the third time, I was determined not to let it’s heavy handed approach get me down.

I shook my fist and called out to it “That’s right snow, you and me are going to be friends!”

And in response? It just continued to blizzard at me in it’s usual obnoxious fashion.

Given that I have lived in Canada for over ten years, you would think that me and the snow would be good friends by now.

Although it’s taken me years, I can honestly say that I’ve done my bit and learnt to rug up in mittens, hat, scarf, winter coat and even snow boots.

But the snow? It’s really done very little to grow our blossoming friendship as it continues to be it’s wet, cold, sticky old self.

Winter comfort #2: bed socks

Having a mother that is an expert knitter certainly has had it’s advantages over the years. Not the least being homemade bed socks.

In fact, bed socks are one of my repeat Christmas present requests from my Mum.

It’s a win-win situation because not only does it use up her leftover wool from throughout the year but every pair is one-0f-a-kind and always packs small and light.

Despite their name I don’t actually wear my bed socks to bed, preferring to wear them about the house instead.

And given that they’re made from leftovers, I have them in all kinds of outlandish woolly colors. This has led to the belief that the goofier, the better.

So why not keep warm and have some fun with it at the same time?

I have a couple of pairs right now, but these muted ones below are my current favorite.

Winter comfort #1: the hot water bottle

Winter in Canada can be quite the marathon, so it’s important Dear Reader to have those little comforts to help get you through.

Which brings me to my good friend, the hot water bottle.

Snuggled up on the couch, tucked into my jacket, and popped into the bed to warm it up. My hot water bottle never ceases to put a smile on my face.

I’d like to say that I was the first to think of it, but containers for warmth in bed have been around since as early as the 1500s.

Originally they had hot coals in them but they soon evolved to hot water – which had the advantage that they could remain in the bed with you while you slept.

Before rubber was developed to withstand heat, early hot water bottles were made out of such materials as zinc, copper, glass or ceramic. As a result they often they had a cloth covering on them to prevent them from burning.

As does mine; and the fuzzy cloth covering really just adds to the whole loveliness of it all.