....has been popped....so to speak...
Well, that isnt entirely accurate. I was born and grew up in a city which is a 4 hour drive from the mountains and it's accompanying snow and went there quite a few times as a wee lass growing up. I flew ,ungracefully, off many a tobbogan, I built many lumpy snowmen and placed the carrot on them in inappropriate places, I braved many a snowball churned hard at my head ( so that's whats wrong with me, blame snowballs).
And I also was recently in a place called Timmons, visiting Josh's family, where it had already snowed by the time we arrived. Ten inches in fact.
But as for snow where I live...well that cherry has been popped. It 'flurried' today, whilst I was taking a sneaky lunchbreak. The snowflakes dropping quietly down on the Toronto street in front of me caught my eye and I had to take a second, third, fourth look to make sure it was snow I was seeing and not weird rain.
Didnt wanna go back to the office to declare it was snowing and have the co-workers look outside and scoff " It's just raining" and roll their eyes at the silly aussie chic.
Then later, a co-worker pointed out the window at the snow flurrying down ( thats my word today, 'flurry' ) and she welcomed it with a " Shit, erggghhh it's snowing" as if she had just put a cane toad in her mouth. I, on the other hand, was mildly tickled.
But eh, I'll learn to pull the 'get this cane toad out of my mouth!" look before I leave in March, I'm sure.
Ice skating here I come !
