Advent Jukebox...Day 13.

WishIHadA
FloodplainVille


When I was a kid my mom's mom lived on the edge a farmer's hayfield above Saanich road in Victoria.

Across the road and down the hill was Swan Lake before it became a bird sanctuary.

Back then nobody controlled the flooding of the lake across the lower hayfield.

Which meant once or twice a winter when it got cold and crisp for a week or that flooded field, where the water was only a few inches would freeze.

And we would go crazy skating and skating and skating long into the night, especially if there was a big moon and some snow around to reflect it.

When I stepped off the bus last night and walked across the tumble-down snowman-strewn part of the wide, flat schoolground/park field near our house it felt just like one of those nights.

Here's that Miss Mitchell tune where she's pining for just such a feeling....



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Somewhere there's a picture of my Mom out skating on that frozen field when she was a kid...Gotta find that one.


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