Tag: Winter
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Lessons From a Hydrangea Covered in Snow
Another storm passed through the previous night, but the morning’s clear sky was a nod of approval to keep my friend’s coffee date. I made my way up the side streets passing by snowy Victorian houses and whimsical mailboxes. Halfway to the coffee shop, I spotted a dead hydrangea draped in snow on someone’s front…
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The Clarity After a Snowstorm
A storm was approaching, and the rows of lit up windows in the neighbouring buildings indicated that people were hunkered down at home. Starry lights were glowing from multiple windows across from us. A few particularly caught my eye. The cluster of pink and orange glows framed by twinkle lights. Below it, a yellow and…
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How I’m coping with the January Gloom
I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun. The feeling of sunlight on my face suddenly feels so foreign to me. We’re entering the sixth week of consecutive gloomy grey skies here in Toronto (and the southern Ontario region in general). Aside from very brief pockets of sunshine here and there, we haven’t…
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Vintage Christmas Aestehtic
If I could describe our Christmas decoration aesthetic, I would say it’s a mix of Little Women meets Scandinavia. Think rustic ornaments, antique teacups, candlelit lanterns, knitted stockings, and orange slices dangling on a lit tree. The Scandinavian aspect is the simplicity of it all. Think little white houses, wooden figurines, cedar branches and embroidered…
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How I’m coping with Seasonal Affective Disorder
I am a lover of all seasons, but as long as I could remember, I have always struggled with the dreary darkness of November here in Canada. The lack of daylight, the gloomy skies and the bone-chilling cold are but a mere reminder of the long winter ahead of us for the next five months.…
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Farewell to Winter Sunsets
I am a lover of all seasons. But I tend to have a love-hate relationship with Winter. Aesthetically, I think Winter is absolutely breathtaking. There is nothing more serene than a quiet snowfall, or the way sunlight sparkles over fresh, untouched snow. There’s nothing more comforting than cozying up to a knitted blanket and a…
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Seeing The Bright Side Of Things: My Warm Intake on Winter
For the longest time, I was convinced my parents chose the wrong country to immigrate to. Born in a sunny Mediterranean country, my blood is just not physically equipped to handle the cold and grey days for six months out of twelve. That’s half a year of icy winds to the face, wet slush, hibernation (read: weight…