Winter finally stops by for a visit
I had to leave the kids at home all day yesterday to enjoy the snow while I went to work, but I did leave an hour early so I could come home and play in it with Lila before I went to yoga. Only problem with that plan was I didn’t pay attention to the time because we were having so much fun and I missed my class.

Chris had come home at lunchtime and took Lila outside to make a snowman. Or, actually, a snowgirl who does not have a name. “No. She’s just a snowgirl. She doesn’t need a name.” And she also does not have a photo because I was too busy taking pictures of the real snow girl…

and of the property…

and of trees…this is the Christmas tree that has yet to be planted. It’s stuck down into the middle of our big leaf mulch pile, where hopefully the root ball is protected enough to keep it viable until the ground thaws.

By the time I got home, the temperature was dropping about a degree every ten minutes, from 34 down to 20 and the snow went from wet and heavy to powder. The sky took on that icy glare that hurts to look at and the snow kept coming down. It looks like we got about a foot total, the first real significant snow we’ve had all winter.

While dressing yesterday morning Lila said, apropos of nothing, “Freemember how in the summertime when sometimes I go outside and it’s too hot to move? And so I just stand there and the sun is so hot that I can’t do anyfing? Freemember that? I wish it was hot right now.”

You and me both, kiddo. Even while I relish the wintry wonderful because we haven’t had much of it until now, I’m also looking forward to long, slow meals on the front porch with the warm glow of the string lights and the choral chirp of the crickets, something jazzy, soft and low on the stereo, humming through the open windows.














"All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar."
~Helen Hayes

