Here is a very poignant memory of backwards and forwards:
It used to be… that I would take a plunge with my hubby and then when they grew up – children – into the freezing cold pool or lake (if it hadn’t frozen over yet). You know, a polar bear swim of sorts – but in the dark. One year there was no snow and we were able to drive the car right up to the beach in Collingwood. A group of us joined hands and wading into the icy water as the snow began. Almost immediately “ice burg” kind of clumps of snow drifted towards us. The rule was – you had to fully submerge before you could get out. The water felt like a knife cutting our legs – but we did it. I have no photos of these days..
Now: I go in the hot tub and watch the kids do snow angels.
Here’s to progress!
Happy New Year everyone.
High Flight 