We don’t often get snow at sea level around here. Apart from a few centimetres that melt by lunchtime. Last Big Snow was 1992, and prior to that sometime in the 1970’s.
I’m not going to work today. Phoned the boss to say I was going to be late getting the car out of the driveway, he said we’d wait until later in the day since the roads aren’t safe.
Rugged up the children for them to explore the unfamiliar white stuff.
Miss Seven and Daddy made a snowman and had a snowball fight.
Miss Five ventured out to help for a short time, then ran inside crying because her fingers were hurting even with gloves on.
Mister Two got as far as the doorstep, then turned around and came straight back inside. The younger children admired the snowman from the window.
I am VERY thankful we have our fire. The electric heater would not have kept up. (Our house is an older house and doesn’t have very much insulation).
Everyone I know in Christchurch is posting snow photos on their facebook pages. We’re like a city filled with excited children.
I might even get some writing done today!