As fall turns into winter, there is much discourse about the temperature, the wind as well as the white stuff falling from the sky.
Yesterday, as OC and I walked to preschool, I wondered when does a delighted, excited child turn into a grumbling complaining adult weather watcher?
Wind on my face.
My son at my side.
Walking into the weather.
There is a storm a brewing.
Hahahaha… I laughed out loud this morning when I looked out the window.
Last night at 6pm, we have friends over to play in the backyard in the sandbox and tree fort(sans mitts, snow pants, boots…).
Twelve hours later we have this:
Hmmm, time to get the snow shovels out again.
God, I love you. Snow is an incredibly powerful, purifying symbol. Thanks for the reminder (and the laughs!)
Off to play in the snow (and encourage some very depressed neighbours!)
Here’s what we ended up making today: