Typically, in our neck of the woods, we don’t see snow in winter. We might see a dusting, if we’re blessed. Mostly, we see rain, clouds, and more rain. If we are not blessed, we see ice – lots of ice!
We were thrilled to hear reports of significant snowfall being predicted earlier last week. I, however, had my doubts. Call me cynical. This is not my first rodeo. I’ve lived here most of my life. I’ve seen our weather men predict snowfall after snowfall, only to hear them say later, “Well, we didn’t quite get what we had thought we would get. (Translation: We didn’t get a thing. Not one blasted snowflake.) A warm front came up from Mexico and….” I would tune them out at this point. “Yeah, yeah. I thought it was too good to be true.” I’d mumble under my breath while going to slip on my short sleeves and head out to play.
Okay, I exaggerate. But only slightly.
When the first flakes actually fell around 10 AM today, there were shrieks of delight filling my ears. This wouldn’t have been bad if we hadn’t been at church at the time.
Oh well. What’s a mom to do? I guess I shouldn’t have encouraged it by jumping up and down in the lobby of the church, but hey, I was kind of excited myself. Hooray! We had gotten our snow!
I believe as of now (almost 9 PM) we have 8 – 10 inches! It’s beautiful! It covers all of the old ugly mud and dead leaves. It has created this wonderful sound barrier – it is eerily quiet outside. I think it’s like being in a padded cell or something…not that I would know about such things! Mercy, no! 😉
Anyway. *ahem* Moving on. Here are a few photos of our fun in the SNOW!
Our pantry is stocked, our blankets are fresh and the homemade hot cocoa mix abounds.
Snuggling under the covers,