For several days now our meteo has been forecasting light snow over Longueuil. None has fallen...so far. While we lived in Val-David, in our beloved Laurentian Hills, the smell of nearing snow was a cause for rejoicing. It meant a new dressing for our barren trees and the mutation of evergreens into huge tipis when their long branches laden with heavy snow hung low, the lower ones even touching the ground.
It also meant the hum of snow making machines at the nearby Vallée Bleue ski hills and the eventual recall of laid off seasonal workers with the return of the toursists. It was a merry period and heralded the coming Holydays.
Looking out the window over the kitchen sink (see picture above) we saw nothing but beauty and the birds at the feeder. Watching the snow fall was so relaxing and at night, when the sky was clear the moon shone making millions of little diamonds glitter...we could even see stars and the occasional Northern Lights.
Now, in Longueuil, it means dirty streets, buses running late and hoping our snow clearing contractor will come and clear the gritty snowbank pushed and compacted in our exit by the city's snow plows clearing the boulevard before we have to go out.. Of course due to light pollution very few stars are visible and the moon looks sick.
But we are nearer the kids and our grandchildren; it helps cushion the blow!
