May 26
A month ago I was still skiing, and today I had my first swim. Welcome to Québec, where winter right goes into summer.
The water wasn’t very cold, I’m not a hardened swimmer. It was just nice to cool off after the walk. Poupoune also went in, so she was definately feeling much better.
27 May, 2007 at 19:57
where is this??
29 May, 2007 at 11:37
Hah! My dad always said that there was no spring in Montréal. Within a week the snow & ice melt and BOOM! you’ve got hot humid days. Living in the New York area has heightened my appreciatin of spring & the – to me – drawn out spring blooming season, featuring exotica such as dogwood, jasmine, magnolias……
30 May, 2007 at 07:12
Hey there Ina!
Yeah, ’spring’ to me is that time of year when weather is unpredictable, where it swings between warm/slushy and cold/icy. Winter is cold, summer is warm and even hot, and spring is, um, bi. Or something.
But I keep hearing these rumours about European springs, a succession of flowers unfolding after a winter that wasn’t so much cold as dreary. I fantasise that I’d like to experience one, but I suspect that would mean a full six months on the other side of the Atlantic to get the feel of the winter/spring/summer cycle. Which may happen I suppose when we retire. Something to look forward to?