The last two years our city has seen major snowfall–four feet at a time, convenient of course, when I’m on bedrest, contracting every night, all night, and wondering whether we should brave the storm anyway for a triage visit.
This year we have enjoyed an exceptionally mild winter with very little snow. . . much to the disappointment of the kids–and me, now that I can finally go out and play in it again!
The least indication of flurries is a call for coats, mittens, boots and hats around here. Here the girls are going for a “walk in the snow.” Mara was very excited that there were snowflakes glistening in her hair.