snow

A few days ago we crafted a little snow storm in our playroom (dining room?  I never quite know what to call that room...) and it has since grown into a near blizzard hanging from the chandelier.  I only had a flicker of a hope that we may see some snow this year; much more present was the thought that this indoor storm was likely the only snow we'd see.  Happily, I was wrong.  

The beginning of the storm

This morning we woke to a mostly white yard and temperatures cold enough to keep it that way for at least a few hours, despite the not frozen ground.  We ate breakfast and hurried out as soon as we could for some snow play.  I sent Lincoln and Audrey out first and went back in for coffee.  When I came out they had both trekked up to the other side of Puddle Creek and Lincoln was pulling Audrey down the hill in her little sled.  It was so sweet I could have cried.  

Not much snow and clumpy grass made sledding hard, so we decided to try the snow on the back porch.  It was too dry for a snowman but perfect for snow angels.  Lincoln made a few great ones, but Audrey didn't quite get the whole arm and leg flapping thing and kept just plopping down and getting back up.  Several times she waved her arms around in the air and kicked.  It was great.