Snow on Saturday, the sort that occurs here once in a decade: enough to cover stray bits of grass, blanket roads and blur vision. A whole morning of it, falling thick and fast. The usual dark green, bright blue and white of the countryside turned to pale blues and greys, with orange-yellow leaves from white oaks poking through, and the dark criss- ( Read more... )

Things I will miss from Québec:Strangers smiling more often than not ( Read more... )

So, this is the part where some folks in Québec decided that November was a depressing month and it was time to liven things up. Translate: invite everyone on Tuesday mornings for an hour of outdoor workout at 6.30 am. Since my friends were going, I had an opportunity to jump into the car just before 6 am last week and today, to see if I was ( Read more... )

My earliest memory is of running towards a little patch of snow, to see what snow was really like. I was two years old, I think--that winter was unusually snowy. It's far too late now to know if I really recall it or if I reconstructed it from pictures, especially since my other memories from that time are extremely blurry. Still, it's the first ( Read more... )