It has snowed for almost three days in the city. The kids had fun catching snow flakes on tongues, making forts, throwing snow balls and just playing outside until much after dark. It’s early days so there is still plenty of time for everyone to have had their fill of the cold weather, but for now the kids’ main grumble is that there isn’t much snow on the ground to play in. Thankfully, we do not live in Fort Erie or Parry Sound. I can still enjoy the changing of the seasons from the safety of my warm living room. There are no snow days in store for us, nor do I have to shovel any walkways outside.
On the heels of the seemingly never-ending snow flurries, we woke up to terribly cold winds this morning. The first changes in temperature are always so shocking to the system. I find them so hard to get used to. But, as always, we are prepared: snow pants and winter boots and hats and mittens are all piled up at the door, ready and waiting for the cold trek to school.
It won’t be long before I am fishing lone gloves and rogue scarves out of the lost and found bin… but not today. This morning I am grateful for the bright rays shining in through my windows, warming up my spirit, if not my body.