Winter in Canada

Piles of snow is certainly a sign that winter arrived early. My nice new leather boots are encrusted with salt and my coat zipper snapped in the cold. Fashion is foolish. I'm back to the Michelin man look with my 'oh-my-god-it's-cold' down parka with my legs disappearing into giant Apollo 11 boots. My hands are woolly stubs. Bardot - you never had your hairdo ruined by a toque. Still, it's like walking into a Christmas card with such white snow, evergreens and a blue sky.

Pepper cat's lastest "escape" out the front door lasted 2 minutes. I whistled and a furball flew past me back into the warm house. Ha, fooled you!