Mother Nature has finally released her iron-fisted clutch on winter. I was honestly starting to think that it would never end. Imagine, a year of winter. Crime, suicide and mortality rates would without a doubt skyrocket. 12 months of snow, ice and cold. The thought of it is making me nauseous. I once told my husband I would love to go live up North for a while–Iqaluit type stuff. After spending most of my winter bitching about winter, I now seriously doubt that will ever happen.

This year, Montreal received nearly 400cm of snow (thats about 158 inches for you Imperialists) over 86 days of precipitation from November to April. That’s 67 cm (26 inches) of snow a month, or about 2.2 cm (1 inch) of snow a day! Getting around the city in a stroller was an extreme challenge. So, on a lot of days, we just vegetated at home.

You can understand then my enthusiasm when yesterday I went for a walk on dry, clear sidewalks and without toque or mitts or scarves. It lifted my spirit. I felt really, really HAPPY. We deserve a warm and sunny spring . Mother Nature–bring it on!