At long last, we have had a snowstorm; Montreal-style. It wasn’t a torrid swirl of big flakes for most of the time, but even the small ones come down with such a solid intention of staying, they stick to anything and everything, and soon build up to an impressive amount in the blink of an eye. (Unlike the snow that occurred in my childhood: the flurries that vanished as soon as the flakes hit the ground, before any attempt to build a snowmen or go sledging can be made.) 20-30cm dropping in twenty-four or so hours; it seems that is snow worthy of recognition, and time for the city to get into winter-mode!
Although this morning, I was not impressed by this impressive execution – from about 7:30am there were horns beeping and sirens (similar to fire alarms) going off every few minutes up and down our street. After sticking my finger in my ear and trying to ignore the din, I finally got up. From what I can gather from peering out of the window, it seems the horns were to tell everyone to move their cars from the sides of the streets so that snow removal workforce could clear the mountains of snow that had amassed between the parked cars and the curbs.
Let it snow. let it snow, let it snow!
By the time Spring arrives, I wonder if our feelings about the white stuff will still be the same…