It's as if yesterday's post summoned the Greek God of Winter, Persephone, to come to Ottawa and start it all.
So the remainder of today's post shall be a Greek Mythology lesson; the story of Persephone (also known as Kore "the maiden", or the goddess of the budding grain, she is the daughter of Demeter).
Persephone was playing with the daughters of Okeanos, picking flowers on a lush meadow, when she beheld a hundred-blossomed narcissus planted by the earth mother Gaea to please the god of death, Hades. As Persephone bent to pluck it with both hands, a chasm appeared in the ground, and from it rose Hades, who seized her and carried her down to his realm. Because Demeter abandoned her divine functions to look for Persephone, the springs of fertility ran dry: vegetation languished, animals ceased to multiply, and the hand of death touched mankind.
And this is how Winter began. Pretty neat, huh?