It doesn’t happen often, but yes, we do get snow on Vancouver Island. Ironically, the last couple of times we’ve had any real accumulation, it’s been near the end of February when the snowdrops are in full bloom. This time was no different. As well as snowdrops, the buds on my plum trees were swollen and pink, just days from opening, and the crocuses were poking out of the ground too. I was downtown when the flurries started and some of the tourists arriving from south of the border grumbled and shivered as they waited in line for cabs. This is nothing, I wanted to tell them. You should see what the poor souls in Winnipeg are dealing with. Out there, the ground is so frozen city officials are telling residents it might be June before it’s completely thawed. But it was too chilly to talk. So I pulled on my toque, whipped out my gloves and picked up my pace. Once my downtown business was done, I had important things waiting at home: Team Sheltie wanted to romp in the snow. I had a fire to build. And I had books waiting to be read.
Beside the Bed: The One That I Want by Allison Winn Scotch
On the Kindle: Love in a Pawn Shop by Bonnie Edwards
At the Gym: Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein
Books Read to Date 2014: 22