I love spending time in the Manitoba prairies. The wide open fields, the never ending sky dotted with clouds. The mountains here at home in BC are lovely of course, but a change of scenery can be a breath of fresh air.
I love spending time with my family in the prairies. They live in a small village outside of Winnipeg and time with them is always special. There’s my aunt’s incredibly warm hospitality and her homemade rhubarb muffins, tweibach and blueberry scones that I couldn’t get enough of. There’s endless amounts of exploring by bicycle or quad or by foot, stumbling upon abandoned barns or startled deer. There’s the farm my dad grew up on, the one that’s featured in all the bedtime stories he used to tell us.
Memories depend on the company you share them with. When that company is family and moreover, when that family includes great friendships, those memories are all the sweeter.