The weather man said that we were in for a dusting of the white stuff. I’d say we have a bit more than a dusting.
When you live in the Pacific Northwest, home of the everlasting rainy day, and you wake up to a winter wonderland, the world seems to shut down. Everything is quiet. No cars. No rain pounding down. Even the sound of kids building snowmen is a bit muffled by inches of snow.
We play outside for a while, and then come in for cocoa. Our snow clothes go into the dryer, while we warm up, but then it’s back outside. We know this won’t last. Cooper’s a big fan of the white stuff.
I tried to convince my kids to pose for a picture by the shed, but they were too busy throwing snowballs at each other.