When we moved to Canada people asked why we wanted to live in a place so cold. We left Omaha for a more temperate climate. The warm Pacific currents give Vancouver its mild weather with an average January high temperature of 43F. Hardly anything to shovel in an typical winter and no need for summer air conditioning. And very few mosquitoes. When we moved here the lack of window screens baffled us.
We've not had the opportunity to have Christmas dinner on the deck, something friends who already lived here used for relocation bait. But we have had a Christmas rose blooming in the garden. Amazing, as our house is locasted fairly far up the mountain.
My daughters, however, both live in Alberta, where it's already snowed. And that's where I am for this Canadian Thanksgiving weekend. It has confirmed for me what I already knew. I am a weather wimp.
We could have moved to Iceland, where, believe it of not, the midwinter temperature parallels New York City's. I read once that Iceland was named to keep people away and that
Greenland was named to attract people to its more Arctic climate.
That's an Emerald (to be) in the snowflakes of Iceland yarn. Perhaps it should have been called Greenland yarn, which would have gone better with Emerald.
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