In Floridian grade school we learned the following:
Winter is November, December and January.
Spring is February, March and April.
Summer is May, June, and July.
Autumn is August, September and October.
I'm not sure what they teach kids in Ontario about the seasons, but I do know enough not to trust today's Google Doodle heralding the first official day of summer.
I moved here in the middle of January and like clockwork it began snowing as soon as I stepped outside. Welcome to Canada! Now go buy a freaking coat.
I imagined it was only snowing so that Bobby and I could walk hand-in-hand down a glistening sidewalk. We requested a window seat at a local Thai restaurant and marveled at the white glitter blanketing the ground. It didn't occur to me that this may be the beginning of a four-month battle: me versus a never-ending winter.
Fast forward to April. I'm in our bedroom - nervous, skittish - wondering if it's a huge mistake to vacuum seal our winter coats for fear another unexpected bout of bitter cold. I've grown paranoid and mistrustful of the weatherman on my TV who tells me that it's safe to go outside without gloves. LIES!
Turns out, I was right to be skeptical. May rolled in with flowers blooming, geese returning and children daring to bare their heads without toques.
|A perfect spring day in early May.|
Following that freak flurry there were two straight weeks of rain and soul-crushing humidity. That was spring in Ontario.
And now, mid-June, the temperature dances along the 80/85 degree line, then drops to the mid 70s once the sun goes down. The locals call this summer.
Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful weather - warm enough midday to drink iced coffee and wear sandals while running errands, yet cool enough in evening to wear a light sweater while walking the dog. Last night Bobby and I took a stroll with Maple and the cool, breezy air was fragrant with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. It was lovely and exactly how I imagined summer in Ontario would be.
But I'm no fool. I won't be the least bit surprised if it hails this afternoon. And I'd be okay if it did - I've got my rain boots at the ready and a backup winter coat hanging in the closet. I'm prepared for whatever the Ontario weather gods want to throw at me. Bring it on, summer.