I’ve known it was coming for a while, but in an unusual fashion, I found myself scrambling when the snow finally began to fall this weekend. I’m unprepared for many things, but winter is never one of them. There were still toys in the yard to be put away, a laundry list of chores for Papa Bear to tick off the list, and even cold- hardy produce left to harvest….which made for an interesting afternoon, while we, and by we I mean, he, shovelled carrots from partially frozen soil.
But of course, no one enjoys a fresh foot of snow like our youngest three. Sparrow is fascinated and equally disgusted by the ‘no’ that has covered the ‘eees’, which, of course, are trees. To watch him discover the snow for what feels like the first time was really, quite emotional. I can’t remember feeling this way with the other kids about the first dusting, but the last baby has brought many new sentimental feelings.
The snow- ventures have been plentiful these past few days, alongside with the need to retreat indoors to warm drinks and snuggling fireside. Ultimately, I can’t wait until we can turn inwards completely, working on creative endeavours inside of our home…. I can feel the holiday spirit starting to sneak in wherever it can…more on that to come…