Newfoundland has been showing off again — the kind of weather that reminds you why people here always say, “If you don’t like it, wait five minutes.” The past few days have been a full sampler platter of winter on the island: a mix of snow, rain, freezing rain, biting wind, and that damp cold that settles into your bones the moment you step outside. The video above is a live link overlooking this beautiful city! What a view!
What stands out most is the shiftiness of it all. One minute, the sky is heavy and grey, spitting out light snow, sometimes even freezing rain; the next, the wind picks up, and you can feel the temperature drop just enough to remind you who’s boss. Even when the thermometer reads a few degrees above zero, the wind chill makes it feel much colder — classic Newfoundland, where the numbers never tell the whole story.
I spent the weekend at home due to the wet and windy weather. Still, I had no choice but to go out yesterday to the pharmacy to pick up another prescription, this time for an antibiotic for a urinary infection I found out I had. Another reason why I’ve been so tired! There were a few times I had to stop and stand still for the wind gusts to pass, as it was knocking me around a bit. It was gusting up to 140 km/h! I have terrible balance, and yes, strong winds are enough to blow me down!
The weather gave us a bit of a runaround last night, knocking the power out a couple of times. Thankfully, it never stayed off for long, but hubby and I still pulled out our battery lamps, just in case. There’s nothing quite like sitting in the dark, listening to the wind, and realizing how quickly the house settles into silence.
We ended up going to bed early, letting the night take over, and woke this morning to find the internet still asleep. Life in Newfoundland has a way of keeping you humble — and prepared — even on the quietest evening. I finally got the internet back around 7:30 am this morning!
There’s something familiar and almost comforting about weather like this. These are the days when the island feels like itself: rugged, unpredictable, and strangely beautiful. The kind of weather that makes a warm cup of coffee taste better, a good pair of wool socks feel like a blessing, and the glow of a warm light seem extra welcoming.
If anything, the past couple of days have been a reminder of what it means to live here — to adapt, to laugh at the sky’s mood swings, and to carry on with a kind of quiet resilience that only Newfoundlanders truly understand.
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