Well, besides the fact that it is blurry and has no sense of composition, which is only to be expected as it was snapped by the world's shittiest photographer. But this is the scene that greeted us when we got up this morning, May 24 in case I need to remind you.
It's not quite the 15 cm that we were threatened with, but it did cause an estimated millions of dollars in damage to the city's trees. And do you know how hard it is to grow a tree here in the bald-assed prairie that lies in the rainshadow of the Rockies. Pretty damn hard, that's how hard.
Our first summer here, we thought we would try to embrace the culture of our new home and we went to the Chuckwagon races at the Calgary Stampede, which is held the second week of July. We sat in the stands, huddled under tarps, as the snow and sleet pelted us. July 13, I think it was. (Although the chucks were totally worth it!)
And yet I've gone for a walk in short sleeves on more than one Christmas Day. What a freaky place this is.
How's the weather where you are? OMG, how Canadian can I get?