I feel cold just thinking about it.
But in the early afternoon, the sun comes out and though it already is cooler than cool, well, it feels okay somehow!
I pick up Snowdrop and she is content to make the trip to the playground. But in leaving school, one of her class buddies comes up to her and asks -- can I come to the playground with you?
You worry about your grandkid being polite. Snowdrop loves her inventive play, her swing time. But she also likes this boy who is a sweet and good kid and so she says yes.
We make our way to the playground under canopies of gold...
(I do realize that Snowdrop is in her warmest jacket and her pal is without one... In this case, I do not think she is overdressed!)
(They share a croissant at the picnic table...)
(And do a lot of running, swinging, spinning, sliding...)
While the sun shines and the cold winds blow...
And then it just gets too cold and we all head home.
(Snowdrop, in her tent, playing... school.)
(she finds my collection of chickens...)
I'll take the winter cold. But can we have some snow with it, please?