This morning, a dusting of snow greeted us as we descended the stairs. The girls looked out of the windows and tried to make meaning of the white covering on familiar objects in the yard. The early morning darkness slowly gave way to grey skies but the snow kept falling. We had to get out!
|Sage's first snowball|
|Just before the car came a honking at us. Get outta the street!|
The snow was a dry, fine powder. It continued to fall as we played. They experimented with taking off their gloves, their boots and catching flakes with their tongue. At the end, a couple of chilled but happy girls came in for a pot of hot chocolate to warm up. Yay snow!