My Way of Living + Seasons

We left the West Coast for a few reasons, one of them being a consistent rainy season that seems to last all year long. The Farmer’s Almanac has never met a climate like this, as the coastal BC oceans, and mountain make it difficult to predict weather for more then a few minutes. At least that’s what our weatherman always says.
Since we have left and ventured up towards the Okanagan the weather down on the coast has been spectacular. Normally raining all of November, with high winds, and lots of damp cold, apparently they are enjoying sunshine, and cool bright temps, in the winter months that is almost unheard of down there. I remember the weekends at the Garden Center when we hoped for rain, because then we knew that our fresh cut tree sales would spike, and we would have great sales. Besides, there is nothing more miserable then tying on a wet tree to a wet car roof, in the cold, dark rainy night.
Yes, the good old days… Droplets dripping on your nose, wet branches slapping you in the face, almost made me nostalgic there for a minute. After all, Christmas isn’t Christmas if your limbs aren’t frozen, and bright red colors when you finally get to peel off those layers.
Here we will send someone out to the field to cut down a fresh tree. Much more fun to “grow your own” then it is to go to a big box store, and pick and twirl. As I write this there is a unearthly scream coming from outside, honestly it sent shivers down my spine. The coyotes are outside, howling at something. Certainly makes me glad I am not a rabbit in the snow right now. The howling sounds so human at times that I try to look outside but in the inky black darkness I can’t see anything. Life on the farm is certainly not White Rock.