Short, not necessarily sweet

At about 5 foot 2 inches, I am a short person. The world is not really made for me: I often need to ask a tall stranger for help getting an item off the top shelf at the supermarket, and I use a grabber to reach things out of that awkward cabinet above the fridge in the kitchen. Being short can be challenging, but it is not a problem — it’s more a matter of accommodating to the realities and, until my super powers are sharpened, working around them.

But February is a whole different matter.

The shortest month of the year, it has an outsized capacity to drag on…and on. Thankfully, today, it’s over, and we can move on into March which, regardless of what actually happens, heralds spring and all the hopeful possibilities that this budding season brings with it. If November is winter’s start on the prairies, then March is summer’s overture.

Bring. It. On!

Current fantasy; future possibility

Sunday, February 26, 2023 (mound includes snow taken from off the house roof, but still...)

Winter here does mean lovely sunny days and walks along the Assiniboine River...

...the City maintains a skating trail on the river and a walking trail along it, both of which are fantastic — 
and rival Ottawa's for length and beauty. 

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Land acknowledgement: I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji-Cree, Dakota and Dene peoples, and on the homeland of the Métis Nation.