Canadian weather is a funny thing. While my friends in Ottawa and Barrie have basically been buried under piles of snow since Thanksgiving, I’m always surprised at how lenient Mother Nature is with Toronto. Of course, it’s not bikini weather, but enough heat lingers to keep a scattering of leaves clinging stubbornly to a handful of trees. It also means that those leaves that have given up the fight are coated in a layer of frost, making for a very pleasant crunching sound underfoot during my walks in the small woods by my house.
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