My apologies to our local meteorologists.
I doubted you.
Not that I don’t have reason.
Because the meteorologists have toyed with us before.
Played up our hopes for wintery precip.
Only to have our hopes dashed with sunny skies and high temps.
Not that sunny skies and high temps would constitute an actual complaint on my part.
But I do live with a number of children who put great stock in predictions of the white snowy stuff.
Our confidence was restored yesterday…
There actually was some snow.
And it actually stuck around for a bit.
The kids hustled into our motley assortment of winter wear and hit the, ah, slopes.
Making snow angels on the trampoline.
Rocking the rainbow hat…
Taking it all in.
I won’t bother you with the laundry pile this brief winter wonderland yielded. Suffice it to say that it was substantial.
Is substantial, to be most accurate. The pile continues to exist, though I am chipping away at it.
But a laundry mountain seems a small price to pay for the fun they had.
Which I can say since I’m only dealing with snow days about once every three years….









