I have neglected my main page for six days - shameless!
Yesterday, we got another six inches of snow. It took me 30 minutes to clear off our car and shovel our parking space before I went out for an evening of adult company. I noticed, upon arriving home, that the temperatures were much higher (low 30s) and that the snow was heavy, wet, and perfect for packing. I decided that we would make a snowman this morning...
...and we did!
As a pleasant sur- prise, this was a much easier task than I had imagined. Once again, my images of child- hood must be modified to fit my current place in life. Yes, making a snowman when you are seven years old, four feet tall and sensitive to the cold is a difficult, arduous process. This is where being an adult is a distinct advantage. It took me about twenty minutes, and that accounted for pulling various little girls out of snow drifts stacked as tall as their thighs. Ilsa, in particular, was hobbled by her bulky snow attire, boots, and generally slight, small frame. The snow drifts ate her up. And she was not happy.
But once the snowman was built, and once the area around him was trampled down and packed by our boots, Ilsa had a better time of it. Being able to stand up on her own was a big relief, I'm sure. She's not used to being clumsy anymore. They both danced with the snowman, played ring-around-the-rosy as best they could in big ole' boots, and generally discussed his features (how much this snowman resembled others they had seen in books or on our Christmas tree). And Juliette tried to take a bite out of his carrot nose.
Then it was time to go in, drink hot cocoa, and watch the snow display we're witnessing now. It's gorgeous outside, like a picture. So I'll enjoy it now, in this early winter/ pre-Christmas idyll, before we reach March - when I'll be sick to death of the white stuff.
Yesterday, we got another six inches of snow. It took me 30 minutes to clear off our car and shovel our parking space before I went out for an evening of adult company. I noticed, upon arriving home, that the temperatures were much higher (low 30s) and that the snow was heavy, wet, and perfect for packing. I decided that we would make a snowman this morning...
...and we did!As a pleasant sur- prise, this was a much easier task than I had imagined. Once again, my images of child- hood must be modified to fit my current place in life. Yes, making a snowman when you are seven years old, four feet tall and sensitive to the cold is a difficult, arduous process. This is where being an adult is a distinct advantage. It took me about twenty minutes, and that accounted for pulling various little girls out of snow drifts stacked as tall as their thighs. Ilsa, in particular, was hobbled by her bulky snow attire, boots, and generally slight, small frame. The snow drifts ate her up. And she was not happy.
But once the snowman was built, and once the area around him was trampled down and packed by our boots, Ilsa had a better time of it. Being able to stand up on her own was a big relief, I'm sure. She's not used to being clumsy anymore. They both danced with the snowman, played ring-around-the-rosy as best they could in big ole' boots, and generally discussed his features (how much this snowman resembled others they had seen in books or on our Christmas tree). And Juliette tried to take a bite out of his carrot nose.
Then it was time to go in, drink hot cocoa, and watch the snow display we're witnessing now. It's gorgeous outside, like a picture. So I'll enjoy it now, in this early winter/ pre-Christmas idyll, before we reach March - when I'll be sick to death of the white stuff.
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