A few decades ago, in a moment of madness, I agreed to go winter camping in northern Saskatchewan. We slept in snow huts in minus 45 degree temperatures and huddled around the fire for days. It was the most miserable time of my life and yet I look back on it fondly principally because I felt so wonderful when it was over. The lesson was clear. The longer one endures privation the more one enjoys its end.
Maybe that's why when I came across streets absolutely cover in pink petals, the joy I felt was transcendant. It was not just that the sight signalled a spiritual end to the cold and rain of the Vancouver winter. It went right back to every every winter I have ever endured. In that respect, my Winnipeg youth continues to pay big dividends as this sight was pleasure indeed. Petal Power