Last month we were in Winnipeg. Usually our concern is whether or not we’ll run into winter and freeze to death. Living in lotus land means we’ve totally lost our acclimatization for winter. Turned out not to be a problem this time around. In fact, it was warmer in Winnipeg than it was in Victoria. In fact, it was 23 degrees. I mean – really? That’s a really nice summer day out here.
The good folks of Winnipeg were cavorting in shorts, t-shirts and flip flops. And, while I applaud their desire to enjoy the warm weather, there’s one thing. There wasn’t a speck of green. Not a blade of grass. Not a bud open on a tree. They had vaulted straight from winter to summer temps without pausing for spring. The roads hadn’t even been swept of the dust and gravel.
From the 8th floor, Portage and Sherbrook, looking south:
If it weren’t for those pesky Rocky Mountains we might have been able to see all the way back to Vancouver Island.
We had a great visit with Wilf’s Mom, got her taxes sorted, ate at Stella’s and then headed back to the green and flowery West Coast.