A normal Northern Alberta winter. |
In Southern Alberta, in winter, we get snow.
I’m sure that doesn’t come as a surprise to many of you.
The only problem is that it never stays.
Usually within days of falling, Southern Alberta snow melts
away under the warm breath of a powerful Chinook.
True story.
Thus, throughout winter, it snows.
Then melts.
Then snows.
Then . . . you get the picture.
I’m sure Southern Alberta is the only place on earth that
can go from -40C (-40F) to +20C (+68F) in the course of three hours.
It is a bit disconcerting at times . . .
In college, I dated a boy from Red Deer.
Okay yes, technically, that is only about five hours drive
north of where I was raised.
But a world removed in weather patterns.
In Red Deer, in winter, it snows.
And stays.
And snows some more.
And stays.
I learned about this on a visit to his family one long
weekend in February.
Picture going from brown grass and snow only in the ditches,
to snow piled four and five feet deep.
There was even snow on top of the fence posts.
Imagine that!
For the first day, I simply stared.
So this is what winter is supposed to be like!
It was . . . beautiful!
But all of that snow causes . . . difficulties.
The sheer weight of it piled on roofs threatens the
structural integrity of the homes.
Don’t I sound like an engineer?
I’m quoting, by the way.
Snow piled high on roofs must be removed.
No Chinooks to do the dirty work for you.
People have to climb up and actually . . . shovel.
At first, it was an odd sight.
People standing on their roofs, shoveling snow.
But, after a day or two, I got used to it.
Then it was my turn.
To shovel, that is.
My boy friend’s grandmother’s house was one of those piled
high with heavy white stuff.
It positively groaned under the weight of it.
It needed relief.
We volunteered.
Well, actually, he volunteered.
And I simply nodded and smiled.
I found myself standing atop what looked like a large, white
muffin.
Did I mention that there was a lot of snow?
Somewhere beneath us was his grandmother’s single story
home.
We set to work.
The actual removal of the snow didn’t take long.
The house wasn’t that large.
As we alternately scraped and shoved, our collection of snow
on the ground grew deeper.
And deeper.
We were nearing the end of our task.
I slid a large shovelful over the edge and peered down at
the huge drift that had collected beneath me.
My boyfriend joined me.
I looked at him. “Do you think you would get hurt if you
fell off the roof and into that?” I asked, pointing.
He frowned, thoughtfully. “No, I . . .”
That was a far as I let him get.
“Aaaaah!” Poof!
He was right.
And he learned something important about you that day.
ReplyDeleteThat he did! ;)
DeleteAnd it's important to note that he didn't marry you either. He left that to some other poor unsuspecting guy . . .
ReplyDeleteAnonymous Unsuspecting Husband-Figure
Bwahahahahaha! Sucker! :)
DeleteAh yes, the all-important 'shoveling of the shingles'...
ReplyDeleteReally, being able to jump off the roof afterwards is its own reward!
Yes, When you're expecting it . . . Bwhahahahaha!
DeleteHow many times did you go?
ReplyDeleteUmmmm . . . once. Oddly enough I wasn't invited back . . .
DeleteWe definitely had a brown winter down here this year; I wasn't fussy about the wind though. I only had to clear the snow off the vehicles once and there was another time when I simply cleared a place to see out and let the drive to work do the rest...
ReplyDeleteAh the Southern Alberta wind. How I DO NOT miss thee . . .
DeleteOh Diane, you are funny, lol.... I always enjoy your blog and usually get a good laugh:)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Launna! If I can make someone laugh, my job is finished. :)
DeleteIt is so much easier to "talk" about winter when the spring and summer sun is here! ;) Diane you always tell such great stories! Once again, thank you for sharing them with all of us at NOBH!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heidi! I love winter! When it's spring outside.
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