To live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada is to enjoy and rapture over, three distinct seasons:
construction, poor sledding and snow.
Those who cannot stand these fantastic seasons move off to the south: Florida or Cuba or Mexico. These
people are called ‘snow birds’... they are, apart from this odd trait, very pleasant people. They
miss many of the joys of winter i.e. snow shovelling, remote starters and the continuing discussions by experts [persons from out of province with a power point display] on street snow removal.
Some of these ‘snow birds’ actually take up permanent residence in the second country of their choice; even learn to speak the language. Personally, I have spent well over seventy years learning English... and can now write about ‘misteaks’ without any fear of an error. These ‘snow birds’ never talk of snow
removal. But, what else is there to talk about in winter, pray tell?
I understand from correspondence and conversations with ‘snowbirds’, they spend their summer sitting in the sun, drinking whatever they drink, and they do the same thing all winter... getting shrivelled and sun burnt...they have year round roses and cacti, but they never talk of snow removal...strange.
I have seen photographs of some of these places, tall, waving palm trees; with the danger of being struck by a falling coconut, placid lakes probably holding tourist-devouring sea monsters...Cabanas with likely leaky roofs...but they never talk of snow removal...
And now.... all I know about snow removal ........................................ not too much to talk about it here either.
And Oh Joy! I can tell you it snowed here April 26-27 or was that 27-28, 29 and 30?. Ah, yes Senor, we are a sturdy bunch, we Albertans!