Apparently it snowed last night. Quite a lot for Victoria, I suppose, since it's still actually there on the ground. Maybe two or three inches. How very strange, to get back from Calgary expecting to come home to a practical tropical paradise (for Canada in the middle of winter), and to have it snow. Boo. I guess there might not be pink trees for my birthday this year.

Since moving to Victoria over a year and a half ago, it has snowed exactly three times to my recollection. Last night, and twice last winter. Twice. In a whole winter. Both of those times it melted immediately upon hitting the ground. When Julie and I were studying at school when it snowed the first time last year, we went over to the cafeteria just to have a walk in the snow (both of us originating from colder climates). It was gorgeous. Big fat flakes falling down around us. I think we may have been some of the only people outside. It was almost like native Victorians thought the sky was falling or something.

The second time was when Julie and I blew off school to go downtown and do the Tourist in your own Town thing. It was the first weekend in March. The plum trees (or whatever they are) were blooming ferociously. Big pink and white trees everywhere. And then it proceeded to snow. I have a picture of Julie standing in front of a pink tree down by the inner harbour, with snow swirling all around her and in her hair.

I'm almost sorry I missed the snow actually falling last night. I could've used a good frolic - I haven't gone to play in falling snow for so long now (in Calgary, it's generally too cold for anything but hurrying from car to building and vice versa when it's snowing).

Almost. But not quite.