Since we live out here in the ‘tropics’ as far as the rest of Canada is concerned, we don’t see snow that often, and when it does come it doesn’t stick around for long. But when it comes, oh my, there is no school for that day, that’s for sure. It’s time for fun all day outside until they tumble back into the house, chilled and ravenous, leaving pools of melted snow and wet gloves in heaps at the door.
It is then that I especially appreciate JB’s wood chopping and stoking of the stove which leaves a cheery warm orange glow to welcome everybody in.
And for me, these gorgeous white bits floating down so gently and silently from the sky feel like God’s peace itself coming down, covering everything in a hush of beauty; like a balm – I can’t get enough of it!
Maybe we should move north. (HA!)