Considering the weather around here has been hovering between -23 and -45 for the last three weeks (that’s Celsius – translated it means @#$#@!! cold!), Marnie’s suggestion for Fun Monday feels like a bit of a stretch right now. “Tell me why you love where you live.” Hmmm… you MIGHT have asked me that on a day when I actually felt some affection for this “freeze that ridiculous grin off your face” place, Marnie! Sigh.
But, even on a day when the best I can do is sit in front of my big picture window and dream about the day when I actually feel like venturing outside again, I can still find reasons to love this place.
And the number one reason? Seasons. I realize that some of you are feeling mighty glad right now that you don’t have seasons that are quite as DISTINCT as ours are, but without winter, I can’t imagine enjoying spring as much as I do. Each season brings new surprises, a whole new wardrobe, and something interesting to bring delight to my imagination.
To show you a little of the variation, all of the following pictures were taken in front of my house. This is what I have to look forward to in the next twelve months.
And just in case you want to know more about where I live, here’s a little something I dug out of the ol’ Fumbling archives…
I live…in a simple bungalow with an attached garage full of bicycles and a red car in the driveway. I live…with my husband and three daughters. I live…just a block from the mighty Red River. I live…within easy walking distance of a grocery store, a drugstore, a dollar store, a bank, two gas stations with convenience stores, a GREAT wine store, Licks ice cream, a poster store, and a few other stores I’ve never been in yet. I live…in the shade of a giant maple tree. I live…within easy biking distance of St. Vital Park. I live…in a house with ugly multi-colour carpeting in the basement, and a kitchen that’s too small for a family of five. I live…next door to a bunch of university football players who are polite and friendly and don’t party too much. I live…within easy biking distance of Ten Thousand Villages, the best store on earth. I live…across the street from a housing co-op and the daycare centre my kids don’t have to go to anymore. I live…just a 5 minute drive from the edge of the city and open sky and prairie fields. I live…in the province where I was born. I live…in a country that is known for its politeness, its cold north, its peacekeeping, and its multiculturalism. I live…about 10 blocks (which is much too close) away from a shopping mall. I live…in a house with a rotting deck and a play structure that’s almost too small for my children. I live…within biking distance of my church. I live…in the house with the wooden deck chairs in the front yard instead of on our deck, because we like to sit and watch the world go by. I live…close enough to my sister and brother-in-law and little niece that we get to see them every week. I live…further away from my brothers and their families than I’d like. I live…closer to my mom than I used to, but further than I’d like. I live…far from where my mother is right now. I live…close enough to Marcel’s family that we can see them nearly every week. I live…in a bedroom that has one dark burgundy wall, and three white walls that I wish I’d painted burgundy too. I live…just far enough from my office that I get a good workout biking there. I live…across the river from the University I attended nearly twenty years ago. I live…with contentment and enough of almost everything. I live…in a country where my children can grow up without fear or discrimination or poverty. I live…in a world that’s getting smaller, but that’s big enough to offer me lots of places and opportunities to explore. I live…in a house that’s never quite as clean as I’d like it to be, but clean enough to be comfortable.