Photo 1: It was Sunday, Dec. 5 last. They had spent part of the afternoon playing outside with our little visit, to clear the ice in anticipation of the hockey year-end. You remember the smallest pool in the world this summer? Here the winter version of Grandpa Dundee: the smallest sled in the world!
Photo 2: Yesterday morning, December 13 is the vision I had from the garage doors.
Photo 3: Same time, same place, but a little closer. Do you see the rink? No? Me either. We lost ...
We lost the rink!
It's one week you must shovel every day. But yesterday was the grand prize: snow, blowing snow, wind, slippery conditions, zero visibility, schools closed, leaving the road. "My country is not a country is winter" Vigneault sang. In the great book of the seasons, it says that winter starts December 21. As always, we are ahead.
The frozen lake once covered all this snow, is not at all safe, there are yellow patches everywhere. The rink is "slushée" as we say now and it would take a miracle of nature and hard work for you to recover before the holidays, which endangers our tradition of the hockey game December 31.
To be continued ...
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