the last big snow

We wake up to wet, heavy, beautiful snow. Indeed, it is the only wet snowfall of the winter. For the first time it's not impossible to roll a snowball!















It stays just a breath above freezing. Still, the cheepers are not happy.

What? Snow again? What is this??






Java is the brave one today. She is determined to make her way up the path.






You bold sweet thing! This is no weather for a chicken! (I pick her up and carry her to the dryness of the garage.)






Breakfast. At the kitchen table, so that we can admire the snow hitting the screen on the porch.






I shovel paths, Ed shovels the driveway. The cheepers appreciate the clearings.






Snowdrop is thrilled to be coming to the farmette after school. Snow play!






(Yes, one pink mitt and one purple mitt. Do you like them, grandma? I picked them!)






But as we came into the farmhouse, ostensibly to put on winter wear, she changed her mind. The warm house, the favorite toys, the snacks, the books -- they trump the snow outside. Perhaps she is making a statement: I'm ready for spring, nothing else will do!






At some point, water play douses her clothes. Snowdrop's dream of wearing pj's is realized!






Clothes dry off on the heating vent.

And now the little one is getting ready to go home. Just one more wild play of ball!






And, with the last few minutes left, she returns to her story.















To be continued. Tomorrow and the next day and the day after.


We have a few cool days ahead. Ah, but what a small price to pay for what comes then!