Winter Wonderland

There aren't any sleigh bells, but there's a whole bunch of snow glistening in the lane. And on the lawn. And on the roof. And on the cars... And it's March. Welcome to Prince Edward Island...

I know, we've been here almost six months now. Time flies when you're having fun. And we are having fun, despite the weather. It's a great island, tucked away between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, and there would be a whole bunch of stuff to do if everything wasn't shut down due to COVID-19.

One of Ashton's favorite things to do here is go quadding; he's joined a club, and he's gone just about every Sunday. There was an 'outbreak' of COVID last week (something like six cases), so that wasn't happening last weekend. But he was back at it yesterday, so that's good to know. Life is almost normal here on the Island, except for seeing masks everywhere.

We're getting ready to plant seeds indoors to get ready for the spring planting. Right now, the spot we plan to dig our gardens is under two feet of snow, so we're going to wait on that for a while. We still haven't tapped the trees for maple syrup yet; we're just waiting for the spouts to arrive, and for the temperature to get to the right point. It's still a bit too cold yet.

I think one of the best parts of being out here is that it is so much more laid-back than Ontario is. Even in the small towns, Ontario feels ridiculously busy. Everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere, or do something. Out here, though, there's time to relax and experience things. It's a great change of pace, and one I heartily recommend for everyone, especially the city-dwellers.

Thinking about it, it's obvious that we were meant to not only come to Prince Edward Island, but to this particular farmhouse. We'd been talking about moving for years, but we never made any concrete steps to actually doing it. Nobody believed we'd ever leave, really. But when we started looking here, we found this house almost right away. And it had only been on the realtor website for a month or so. This was the house God wanted us to move into. And I'm fine with that. It's a major adjustment, but it's a good one. I know I've made up my mind that I'll finally plant roots here, and not just the plant kind. This is the first time I can remember feeling like I'm actually home. Thankfully, the rest of the family feels the same way: This is our home, now and forever.