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.
And how I love my husband for all his chopping and stoking when there is a warm glow in the wood stove to welcome them in.
For me, this gorgeous white fluff floating down so gently and quietly from the sky feels 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!)