I put flannel sheets on my bed, retrieved my winter socks and dusted off my fleece slippers. It seems that with the arrival of October, the temperature has drastically dropped.
What people like about the fall is beyond me. Some get quite lyrical about it, admiring the trees and their color changing leaves. Sure, the trees are beautiful, but the way the wind was blowing yesterday and this morning they won’t have their beautiful leafs for long.
Even though I can’t quite say that it’s grown cold, it has become rather chilly. Chilly enough for me to have changed my shoes for boots and my cotton jacket for a woolen one.
From now until April, or even May, I won’t be able to sit on the balcony in the canopy swing anymore; and the cats won’t be able to go outside in their kitty run.
Oh I can’t bear the thought that it will only go from bad to worse. Flowers will completely disappear, the bare trees will soon be covered with frost and I will need to wrap myself in layers of clothing. For the next couple of months I will need a proper winter jacket, a hat, a scarf and gloves.
Next there will be snow and ice and with it all kinds of dangers. I will no longer walk to the subway station, but slip and skid my way over there, desperately trying to stay vertical. I dislike the fall and I hate the winter.
So what am I doing in Canada? Good question. While living in South Africa, I longed for a proper winter. I missed the cold that brought snow and ice. In the 15 years that I lived there, I just never got used to celebrating Christmas under a blazing hot sun. Back then I wanted snow and ice.
Come to think of it, I like the seasons the way they are in Canada just fine. The spring ... chilly and wet; the summer ... short but hot; the fall ... windy and somewhat depressing; and the winter ... deep freeze cold.
I need a cup of hot tea.