Tuesday, 27 November 2007
Overnight, we went from bare ground to several inches of snow. The kids bundled up this morning and the youngest finally got to wear her new boots. Ah, the excitement. My oldest daughter is ecstatic and is just hoping it sticks around until Christmas. I'm doubtful. White Christmases around here seem to be getting more and more rare.
I'm the lucky one. I get to stay home and try to keep warm. The heat goes up and the sweaters and blankets come out. It really is a battle, since once that first bone deep chill settles in, I'll be cold until April. I spend the day mopping the tile by the front door every time someone comes in, because the puddles are awfully slippery. There is also the constant hunt for mittens and scarves. Then it is the search for ice skates and wondering why the kids feet can't fit the skates for more than one season.
If a chinook doesn't blow its warm winds through and melt everything before the weekend, I imagine the kids will pull out the toboggans and sleds. The sledding hill will be covered with children and parents will be home putting on the kettle for another round of hot chocolate.
And me - my favorite thing to do is sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket and look out my front window at the snow quietly drifting to the ground. I love the iridescent glitter that covers my front lawn and makes the world seem peaceful and clean. I can do without the cold but the beauty of the season makes up for it somehow.