I was giggling like a little schoolgirl as I tip-toed out onto our slushy porch in my bare feet after seeing the boys out the door to catch their school bus. I thought, okay - I'll take a picture of the snow so they have something to remember of it when they get home from school (because I mean really, what would be left of it by then?)
Guess I should start reading the Farmer's Almanac. According to it, this, and all the other significant "weather events" in our area this season, was expected. Expected on the last day of February, when just a few weeks ago we were camping at the beach and the temperatures broke records for being so warm.
My day was not without entertainment though - see, those are the people who bought our neighbor's RV. They were trying to pull a 35-foot-trailer out in a blizzard with a Nissan. I don't care how big the engine is, it's a Nissan. They're lucky it was snowing so hard and the mud and grass that they left in their wake before aborting the whole mission was quickly covered with a fresh blanket of the white stuff.
We did manage to venture out to run a few errands. It is so amazing how the snow transforms everything and makes it so beautiful and peaceful. Our trip consisted of tons of scenes like this one, which I took while driving. If I do say so myself, it isn't too bad and I was careful that there was no oncoming traffic.
I really didn't want to, but I let the kids go out and get cold and wet in the snow after dinner. I guess that's why I have a dryer, right?
And so, on this day, the eve before my son turns 10, we had the cold distraction of a few (gajillion) flakes falling from the sky. I even had to rewrite my snow documentation, as it was erased by bigger and better snow within the hour.