Finally.
The white stuff is falling and the little girl is smiling.
My estimation of inches fallen thus far always seems to overstate the amount (exaggeration much?), so keeping that in mind, I’m going to say about 4 or 5 inches of the fluffiest, prettiest snow we’ve seen in a LONG time is now on the ground and the trees and the fence and the driveway. Gorgeous, simply gorgeous. And so desperately needed. We had 50 degrees here this last week! And tried to go cross country skiing on Rabbit Ears. There was snow up there but boy howdy was it crunchy. Not that fun.
However, seeing as I’m the adult in the family, I had to spin it in a positive light. (Sometimes I really hate that about adultness. I would love me a good temper tantrum. Oh wait. I’m thinking the dear husband would have something to add. Something along the lines of: “Honey. You do throw temper tantrums. Where do you think she learned how to pout?” Ha ha. Funny guy that one.)
Anyhoo. I’ve been trying to paint it all in a good light–the lack of snowflakes. We’ve actually had tears here about it. Not tantrums. Just great, big, sad tears. Because everyone knows Christmas requires the white stuff. And we can’t celebrate the Winter Solstice without snow benches dug around the bonfire. It has been a tense couple of weeks. The snow left on the ground was a scant inch or two, crunchy, spotted yellow in places (don’t ask) and just generally NOT a pretty sight. I tried to wax poetic about the beauty of where we live, how fortunate we are to even have those paltry little patches of white, how grateful we should be for what we’ve been given. I may as well have been saying this: “blah, blah, blah.” I couldn’t break through the sadness.
So now I have a happy 7 11/2 year old little girl! (That’s what she’s been telling anyone who asks how old she is. Before that it was 7 7/8. Too cute.)
Without further ado, feast your eyes on the beauty thus far. (And no, these are not file photos.)
I’m thinking we’ll be sledding this afternoon! Yippeeeeeee!
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