Welcome back to Montréal ... It's snowed heaps and heaps these past two days.
Yesterday, from the warmth of residence, I looked out the window onto the courtyard, and the cutest thing:
Three boys, the term "boys" being loosely used I suppose, still, standing on a path slightly lower than our courtyard's field - they were contemplating the field, which is covered in almost two feet of snow, with shovels and hockey sticks in hand. One of them wore a bright red toque.
Far too adorably classic; they're going to make an ice rink. Typiquement canadien.
