Dripping with magic

My Canadian friend tells me that it has been predicted to be the coldest winter this year and I'm so excited- Vancouver knows we're coming back and is preparing to put on a magical white show for us again. Fingers crossed.
I know many of you are wondering what is that mad woman talking about, but when you grow up in a place where the only white on the road is from the sun burnishing down and the nights are dripping with no relief, the thought of crisp fresh air to awaken the senses and snowflakes gently kissing your cheeks and catching in your eye lashes is a magical magical daydream.

More Postcards from Canada

Baby Snowman
This is the baby snow man that the children found at Stanley Park. They gave him arms and would not be consoled that they couldn't bring him home with us. That snowmen don't travel well is a detail that children are indifferent to. In the end we found him a special new home with a view of downtown Vancouver.
These trees in the foreground remind me of the snow gums in Australia.
Trees above the clouds.
View of Vancouver
This is probably the last photo I took in Vancouver on our last day coming down the road from Grouse Mountain. Even though it was a sunny day and much of the snow was beginning to melt, Vancouver was still hidden under a blanket of clouds.