Ah, the Peace Country. Its gorgeous skies, unfurling fields and rolling forests. Its crazy eruption of green-everything come spring, its practically perfect summers and those dazzling lemon leaves in the fall.
And then there’s snow. You just never know about the snow. Some years it doesn’t settle in until December. Seriously. I can remember combining taking place in that month because…well, because snow had hit earlier in the year but it had melted. The point is we were combining. In December. We even have pictures of family on a greenish lawn Christmas day taken just northwest of Dawson Creek.
We also have pictures of us building a snowman in August.
Last year there were petunias still blooming in planters around town as we neared the final week of October. This year snow fell on October first and the rooftops have been white in our city ever since. We got another blast of the white rain the other night with more in the forecast.
Usually the first autumn snow melts as rapidly as it appears. It merely serves as a wake-up call to get the lawn furniture in, the woodshed filled and the garden put to bed. Others years…this happens. The snow falls early and doesn’t leave until spring; whenever that might be. Could be March, might be April, often it’s in May. Nature is caught in all its stages right now. There are still green leaves on some trees, others have turned colour and still more are winter barren. It’s a bit of a mind trip driving down our highways and back roads.
As Mark Twain once said, everyone complains about the weather but no one ever does anything about it.
What can you do?
Well…you can always move. And a lot of people from the Peace Country do just that. Few can say they haven’t thought about it at least once. Some move and wonder why they didn’t do it sooner. Others return, grateful for things they had taken for granted the first time around. Many are just here for the jobs and can’t wait to see this place in their rear view mirror.
As for me I…I…I (whisper) kind of like winter.
There. I said it. I probably won’t still be saying it come March, but I’m saying it now. And what’s more is I know I’m not alone. A lot of people up here quietly appreciate the north in all its expressions. Even its frosty ones.
I’m looking out over rooftops slathered in white this morning. Overhead our rolling skies and bright sunshine make the snow sparkle like diamonds.
What more could you ask for?
Don’t answer that.