The city I live in as picture perfect, I'm surrounded by natural beauty, ocean, mountains, forests. What is there not to love?
But, to me the best perk of the move is the mild winter. I might be a little smug about the absence of snow this winter-I'm told we can get big dumps when an Arctic front swoops down from Alaska. But any place you can see flowers blooming in February is heaven to an old prairie girl. I still miss the fall season on the prairie- a Manitoba autumn is a sight to behold. But nothing can make me long for the forty below (fifty with wind chill) winters.
It's strange though, that my romance novellas all have a common setting. Yep, you guessed it-Manitoba small town country. So, there must be a little piece of my heart still there. But, if you've read my Timber series, you'll note they all take place in the summer.
That's the wonderful thing about fiction. I can write my old home the way I want to remember it- golden and blooming, warm and friendly. The blizzards, ice storms and frozen digits have no place in my romances. But now, let's think about this a moment-maybe a cozy mystery with a group of friends locked into a deserted cabin in the middle of a snowstorm. Let's not throw away winter for good.