We got our first snow at the house today. It didn’t really turn out to be more than a dusting, not really anything to write home about. (Although, here I am, writing home about it) It started as the heaviest sleet I’ve ever heard. I didn’t see it because it happened at around 2 am (which, I think, was about 25 minutes after Kaitlyn fell asleep… ok, not really, but it seemed like it) It was beating on the house loudly enough to wake me up, which is really saying something. When my alarm went off, I asked Bill if he’d heard it. Heard it? He got up and went downstairs to clear out the garage and move my car inside. So that’s not so bad. Before leaving for work, he rushed back upstairs to tell me it was snowing. It’s still pitch dark out at 6:45am so I had to take his word for it and wait for the sun.
Once I could see it, the snow was coming down like crazy. For about a half hour, then it tapered off. Then it whipped back up. Then it stopped. Then it started to melt. Then it snowed like mad with flakes as big as Kaitlyn’s hands. Then it was back to a simple flurry. The weather played this taunting game until 5pm when the sun went down and I couldn’t watch anymore.
I’d invited a friend of Kaitlyn’s to come over and play this morning, because Kaitlyn sorely misses the company of other three year olds while she’s on a school holiday. When her mom called, I warned her it was snowing up here. She wasn’t sure about making the drive up our road, and said she’d call if it was too treacherous. When she arrived, she told me the snow on our road started at the edge of our yard. Apparently, we’re just high enough on the mountain. As long as I can get off the mountain to go to Carrefour!
After what felt like hours of finger paints and Play Doh, the lure of the snow was more than the two little girls could resist. We bundled up a bit with promises not to be cold and went out to play. As soon as you’d step on the snow, your footprint would reveal the grass. That’s how little there was. They were still determined to make a snowman. We made a snow lump. There wasn’t even enough to bother dragging out the sled to go down our little hill.
I guess we’ll have to make the trip back up to the top of the mountain to see if there’s more snow at the ski resort. I have my tire chains in my car, just in case. Not that I could put them on even if I had to. I guess that trip will have to wait for the weekend when my chauffeur isn’t at work.