All comes to them who know to wait… Spring likes to make itself waited for. I know that this is not the right expression, but it really fits here in Winnipeg. Once winter is over, spring is still far away.

Assiniboine Forest

Then, when spring arrives, you have the impression that it will be a wonderful long and warm season. Ehm, not so. Spring as well as fall are pretty short here, unless you count the bare cold periods as spring or fall.

Or should I say “Choo-choo!” ? Winnipeg was “created” in the last decades of the 19th century. At the centre of the continent one could not have dreamed of a better place to create the hub of all railway traffic of the continent.

Countess of Dufferin, 1872

Or should I say of the world? In Europe, the different countries all had different rules and regulations to pass freight and passengers, no unity there. Could it be better in Canada?

The Forks in Winnipeg is a place where people have met for hundreds of years. That’s the impression you get when you walk there the first time. Being an old train yard you don’t expect the place to be much older than a 150 years.

The Forks, Winnipeg

But then you look a bit closer and you get the idea that the place has been used for centuries. Archaeological finds show that the place has known habitation for at least six thousand years.

Last weekend there were “Jane’s walks” all over North America in honour of Jane Jacobs. Whenever there is a good reason to go out and learn something about the city or environment I live in, I’m game.

Winnipeg airport

This weekend the Jane’s Walks were on the menu in Winnipeg as well. Lots of things to learn, lots of stories to listen to, told by professionals of all kinds. Come on in and see…

Grandfather Winter has shaken the last flakes out of his pockets and has left. In some countries he has been reported missing long ago. It seems he likes Winnipeg and Manitoba in particular.


But of course there is nothing to say about the weather. I think we could all take an example of the weather… Come on in…