Schools closed early yesterday and everyone went home, anxiously anticipating snow. And we were not let down. By mid-afternoon the snowflakes began falling steadily with strong gusts of wind. The kids were not deterred. They layered the snow gear and joined the neighborhood kids in our front yard, gathering loads of snow on sleds and in the wheelbarrow in an attempt to build a snowfort. By dinnertime enough had fallen to make a short, steep sled run across the street. We stayed out until well after dinner, well after dark, taking advantage of a rare snowfall in town.
We woke in the morning to a lovely blanket of white. Turns out that a shovel was in order! The girls and Jonathan couldn't wait the 90 minutes for barley porridge to cook so they put on their winter wear and headed out. They tried out their cross country skis, tested the sled run, shaped the fort. I followed with a hot pot and fortified by babes while the neighborhood kids rallied together once again. Sixteen of us headed down the street, adults pulling kids on sleds, to the neighborhood park where we spent the morning testing various declines (I left the camera behind to partake fully in the fun). We returned home for soup and grilled cheese and are now snuggly enjoying round two of snow from inside. I think oatmeal raisin cookies might be in order.
We are all in agreement: snow days are the best, ever.