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| Sharing a very cold bench with Oscar Peterson |
We first visited Ottawa during Winterlude on Family Day weekend in 2009. I was unfamiliar with the city and did not know it was essential to have long underwear and layers of clothing if you spent any time outdoors in February. Recent winters have been milder than normal but the temperatures have been well below freezing all year without the usual "January Thaw". Two significant winter storms arrived back to back but the weather was clear and sunny for a couple of days last week.
We walked downtown after dark the evening before the first snowstorm and saw the ice sculptures along Sparks Street pedestrian mall. The wind was so cold that I stopped taking pictures. My hands were numb even with gloves and mittens. I didn't have the winter lining in my coat because I hadn't needed it recently. There is a lighted fire sculpture in Confederation Park but it was just for show and generated no heat at all!
| Lumen Eira- "evoking the heat of a crackling fire" without actual heat |
The next day Ottawa was dumped with over 30 cm of snow but city crews cleaned the streets quickly and we went back downtown on Valentine's Day. It was still cold but the sun was bright and warming in sheltered areas.
| Km 0.0 on the Rideau Canal Skateway |
| Women are Persons! |
| Two of the five bronze ladies beside the Senate Building (the old train station) |
February 15th was the 60th anniversary of our Canadian flag. I was in Grade 5 when the Canadian Red Ensign was retired and our first official national flag was raised. On February 14, a team of young skaters carried our flag along the Rideau Canal. I missed this event and the picture on the left is from a local news site. There is a recent rise in Canadian nationalism as we face aggressive words and actions from our neighbour to the south. I have read many comments recently, but this message from Landish, a Canadian company, expresses my feelings well.
The noise beyond our borders may be unsettling, but let’s remember who we are. From the Atlantic to the Pacific, across the Arctic plains, our identity is built on compassion, respect, and cooperation.
We don’t need to shout about our resolve—it’s evident in the quiet acts of kindness that bind us together.
We meet hostility with strength, not hate. That choice speaks to our character and upholds a reputation that will outlast any passing aggression.
When outside voices try to shake our sense of self, we hold fast to what is uniquely ours—our land and its gifts, our values, our humanity, and the care we show one another. This is our home, shaped by perseverance and guided by steady strength.
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| Our grandchildren skating on the Rideau Canal |



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