Friday, January 10, 2014

Photo Friday: A Classic Canadian Winter

Cold temperatures and lots of snow: that's what I remember about winter, when I was a kid.

Skiing—cross-country and downhill—in the Gatineau Park.

Tobogganing in the Arbouretum.

Snowmen and snow forts.

Catching giant snowflakes, as they gently fall from a windless sky, on your tongue.

Hot chocolate. With marshmallows.

Crackling fires in oversized fireplaces.

Snowshoeing on the Mackenzie-King Estates.

Skating on the Rideau Canal and eating BeaverTails.

Winter may not be my favourite season, but it isn't my most-hated.

What does winter mean to you?



Happy Friday!

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