It snowed last night. Huge, beautiful, fat flakes which landed silently and turned our little corner of the world white. Only half and hour earlier it had been raining heavily, so I was more than a little surprised when big daughter asked me if I’d looked out of the window recently. I love snow. I really really love snow. Ahh, happy sigh.
Small daughter went straight out to play, hurtling around the garden with the dog, shrieking and laughing as he tried to catch the flakes as they fell. She decided to build a snowman (got that song in your head? Yep, me too!) and amazingly, the snow was perfect for her to be able to roll it.
Naturally, I couldn’t leave her to struggle on her own as her snowball got bigger, so I went out to help. It wasn’t long before the snowman was built and we were throwing snowballs at each other. The dog went inside in disgust, having been been on the receiving end of snowballs more times than he liked. After a while, with freezing fingers and tingling faces, went inside too for hot chocolate and a warm bath.
This morning, the snow had mostly turned to rain and although there’s some left, it’s too wet to do anything with.
Small daughter’s snowman looks rather sorry for himself now.
Many people will be glad the snow only lasted an evening, and I can understand that, but a little part of me is secretly hoping that it snows again this winter!