I just looked out the window; the snow is officially melting. For the first time since Thursday the lawn is more green than white. My eyes dart around the yard, finding the places where these photos were taken just days ago, and it's hard to fathom the difference. A couple of degrees on the thermometer and a little precipitation and suddenly the great outdoors is a magical, marshmallow wonderland. Suddenly everyone wants to play Christmas music and bake cookies.
I really wanted to have a magical snow day, to throw snow balls and do that baking. It didn't quite pan out. But I did take my Little Miss outside a couple of times to meet the snow. We didn't get any last year -- not a single flake -- so this was her first snowfall. She was intrigued, glued to the window, repeating "snow, snow". Coat. Hat. Boots. Mittens. Outside, she was less impressed. Concern that it stuck to everything gave way to cold hands and we were back inside, crying, in 15 minutes flat. Oh well.
It's been cold cold cold all week, but with bright blue skies. Invigorating. The Little Miss got used to the snow. Today, however, the familiar grey is back. Warmer temperatures are pulling things back into equilibrium. Over the years, living here on the west coast, I've gotten used to the dark, monotone world at Christmas time. It makes the light even brighter.
Just a reminder that my Give Away will be open all week. You can enter here.
What kind of weather do you typically get for Christmas?