Last night after dinner we were enjoying an exclusive in-kitchen performance, as one does, when our performer stopped and ran to the window and squealed,
“It’s snowing! It’s really snowing!”
And indeed it was.
So despite the hour being dangerously close to bedtime, we raced downstairs pell mell tumble bumble and dressed in coats and hats and boots and scarves and mittens. The kids insisted on getting their new snow shovels from the garage. And outside we went, into the storm.
Which had stopped.
There was a little on the grass. Henry tried to shovel it. But eventually, sadly, we gave up and went back inside and took off all that winter wear.
But out the kitchen door, we spied some more precipitation! Sleet, this time.
So back out we went. There was shoveling. And dancing.
And the creation of a teeny tiny snow bear.
Bedtime was very late, and I’m sorry for that, teachers. I was sure we’d have a delayed opening this morning due to ice in the western part of the county. And obviously I was wrong about that.
But still. First snow! Wow! Who wouldn’t want to play in it?
And when it does stick, we’ll be ready.