It’s the last few days of March, which means southern Ontario is doing its thing: one day it’s practically summer, the next there’s freezing rain and you’re back in your winter coat wondering what you were thinking. We’ve been here before. Every year.
I wasn’t sure what to wear yesterday when I was heading into Toronto for the awarding of the Middlebrook Prize for Young Canadian Curators. (Congrats Casper Sutton-Fosman!) Thursday’s high was 13, and it was very rainy. But the overnight low was -11 with possible snow. I ended up opting for my raincoat and having Sarah bring along my wool winter coat, hat, boots, scarf and mitts in the car. It’s a lot!
This post from 2022 captures that particular late-March feeling perfectly. I’m hoping to ride my road bike this weekend and take the snow tires off my commuting bike, that is if it doesn’t snow again.
We don’t have a regular blogger posting today so it felt worth bringing this older post back this week, when we’re all hovering between winter and spring, waiting for the season to make up its mind.
Some things don’t change. This is one of them.
