Another wet, heavy snow falls overnight and once more the landscape is transformed.
How can you not love a spring snow storm!
(our cats have a different perspective on this)
Ed is once again trying to move around using both legs (!) and he plows us out nicely as I tend to the animals and admire the splendid snow cover.
Breakfast is totally cosy. As it should be. Leftover croissants, reheated.
Now comes the big debate: should we ski? Ed's a no on this one. Not today, which effectively means not for the next 10 months and then only if we are lucky. Me -- I waffle. It's above freezing, so the snow will be clumpy, the trails will be ungroomed, the glide will be crunchy -- like getting peanuts in your peanut butter when you were wanting a jar of the smooth stuff. But in the end I go for it (passing, as every day now, cranes).
I do a fast run alone. (When he skis with me, Ed tends to be poky.) And I like it, though it feels a little out of whack to be skiing in this weather. I know last year we did a run even in April after an unexpected late snowfall, but without that cold bite on your face, you feel a bit off kilter. Still, it's a beautiful snowfall and I'm glad I had this last chance to be out in the thick of it.
In the evening the young family is here for supper.
It's been a while since anyone has done any art around here. Sparrow decided to go for it and this sparked Sandpiper's curiosity.
Of course, he had to join in!
...while their sister munched on roasted beets.
Dinner.
What's remarkable and wonderful is that a streak of sunlight comes through and hits the kids faces, even though it is 6:30. The last time that happened was... in October!
Yes, I'm one of those people who is happy as can be with Daylight Savings Time. And with the coming of spring.
