A word about summer. I love it. When I hear complaints about lack of Air Conditioning, the Humidex and sunburn, and I think to myself, why isn’t it summer All.Year.Long?
Varun says I’d miss winter. I can now say I am quite certain I would not. Case in point: My sister lives in Hawaii, and all winter sent me pictures of my niece and nephew playing on the beach, playing outside and holding up flowers whose names I don’t even know. I would have traded my Uggs for flip flops in the sand any day.
But back to Canada. For some reason, summer is a bit of a teaser in Ontario. I think it got officially cold, which I define as the need for mittens, about early November. And that was ok. It was cold and chilly, I binged on pumpkin spice lattes, experimented with soup recipes and bought Christmas presents. By January, it began snowing every few days. By the end of March, I was starting to lose it. And then began the hardest part: (non)Spring. As far as my observation goes, Spring does not happen in Ontario. It was cold and rainy until about mid-May, and then, TA-DA! It was summer. I couldn’t be happier! (For four months. Until Winter. Again)
Varun, on the other hand, seems to have no problem with any weather.
Rain. He loves rain, the smell, the wet. He says in India it’s a welcome reprieve.
Snow. He drives carefully, avoids ice-skating and bundles up like an abominable snowman. (He wore his down jacket until I hid it mid-April. No Joke)
Hot. This man has gotten one sunburn in his life, and he doesn’t sweat. He was made for 45 C.
This chart describes southern Ontario winters perfectly. I’m so glad someone feels my pain. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to soak up some much-needed Vitamin D.