Today was the first sunny day we've had in two weeks. It was great to get a break from the permadrizzle, but sun no longer equals warmth, that's for sure. In Virginia, autumn is a long season of slow transition. Here, not so much. Two weeks ago it was so beautiful and warm that Henry and I wore shorts and t-shirts when we headed out to spend the afternoon playing in the park. Today I put on my winter coat and scarf for a 20-minute walk across the canal to the Glebe. Henry doesn't leave the house without this fleece hat to keep him warm (handmade by one of the playground moms--very cute).
Yep--the leaves have just started turning but it's clear that winter is well on its way. There was frost on the ground this morning. The stores are full of winter gear, and to be honest, the stuff frightens me. The message of those ginormous parkas and puffy snow pants is unambiguous: We're in for it, and we're in for it soon. Also, we'll be shelling out a small fortune over the next few weeks outfitting ourselves for the Ottawa winter.
The other sign that winter is almost here: About 80% of the water has been drained from the canal and city workers (yes, such a thing exists here!) are busy installing rubber-matted stairs at regular intervals along the edge. In other words, they're getting it ready for skating season. Deathly cold or not, I'm really looking forward to my first trip down the ice!
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