A snow in Quebec

Our neighbors' son, teaching remotely this year from his university in the States, took this photo of our house in Quebec.  We'd normally spend January and February there, enjoying the skiing on either our hybrid Altai-Hok skis or the cross-country skis we acquired last winter.

The park across the road (Parc National du Bic) is a wonderful place in winter and in summer.  I wish we could be there to enjoy the winter, but predictions of variable winter weather in Eastern Canada had me glad that perhaps this was the winter to miss.

Our first winter there was a revelation for us.  I'd grown up in Texas, my hubbie in Los Angeles, and we've lived most of our lives in the Southeastern U.S. - first in Georgia, then South Carolina, and now in North Carolina.

It was marvelous to experience the bright snow days (and the mostly continuous ones), as we cherry-picked winter.  The temperatures (largely) remained below freezing so the snow never melted, aside from a day or two last winter.  Magic.

And our house being a full 3 hours east of our house in Asheville, daylight in January and February was hardly the darkness of winter that I experienced many years ago in my post-graduate school times in Northern Germany.  And I've been reminded of the gray days recently here, too, although the SE US is largely sunny with variable weather, not gray cloudy weather all the time.

So we were glad to see this photo:  bittersweet, as it is. 

We plan to be there next summer, on schedule in early June, if vaccine distribution has been robust, otherwise, maybe a bit later. 

Re-reading my early narrative last night about how we bought this house, starting again to try putting together an e-book/print version of a longer account of the last two years; well, I was reminded again that it was serendipitous to be sure.  Definitely, a good thing.