I have been quietly relieved, as I would visit blogs and see photos of blizzard/snow-burying conditions, with our bits of frozen brown earth and grayish grass remnants. I tried to bury my own feelings of impending dread, knowing that it would eventually head our way.
The sky has been blowing the tiny, steady flashes of white since last night with no plans to stop anytime soon. Steady, small flakes always get you worried.
It sure is pretty~ I'll give it that much...but let's just say I was ready for spring LAST month, so it had better not expect any welcome party.
Thankfully, the day before the storm, I was able to get out into the fresh air for a while. I went on a walk~ a blessedly fresh, bright, and not-too-freezing walk with the childer. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt.
Except, of course, when the children played hide and seek and Corynn's FABULOUS hiding spot was a burdock patch. (Hello?!? Have I taught you nothing?!?) She's been getting into all sorts of pickles lately. Some more painful than others. (I won't even tell you about the recent hammer "incident".) It was a good spot, I'll give her that---except that when she was found I had to pull upwards of 15 burdocks out of her gnarled, tangly hair. I honestly thought I might have to cut it....here was just one side:
But we all enjoyed our time outside. I become a recluse in winter and since my children are my shadows, it unfortunately rubs out on them. Even if they may not want it to.
Now that there is three or four inches on the ground and only more still falling, the only strolls we are taking are around the house~which incidently, Adele' enjoys just as much. (I got rid of a dolly stroller long ago because~why? when you can have the real thing?!)
Especially when it is JUST about time for her droopy lids to close for a nap and her fingers are pleasantly warm and supple, her hand comfortably behind her head and Corynn tips the stroller up to be like a "pram"...who can resist it then?
So thankful for a place out of the snow, a stocked cupboard and no place to go.
Makes the snow almost enjoyable. *almost*