I am rarely surprised by our weather.
Eight months out of the year it's so maddeningly consistent with rain that I'll sometimes go weeks without watching the weather report just so that I'll be delighted and amazed when we actually have sun. Everyone else knew there would be sun, but I just wake up and think, "OH! It's sunny! Amazing!"
You have to do something to make the weather interesting.
Not related to weather, but related to natural events: Monday there was an earthquake here. Something like 4.3. My dad called me and said, "I think there was an earthquake. Did you feel it? Or is my house sliding down the bank?" I hadn't felt it--presumably because I was bouncing a baby not because I'm oblivious to the ground shaking--but I checked Twitter (the gold standard of instant news gratification) and sure enough there was an earthquake.
Today it snowed.
I had no idea we'd get snow. It started out mixed rain and snow as Sydney was getting ready for school, and then these humongous flakes started falling.
As I drove Sydney to school, we were all crazy amazed. I was kind of bummed that Sydney was going to school and the rest of us were going to have a snow day, and I was briefly tempted to just keep driving past the school and bring her back home, but I didn't. Sydney doesn't really like playing in the snow that much anyway. She got to catch a few flakes on her tongue walking from the car to the school, so that was probably good enough.
Once we got home, Jules, Addie and I got on our snow gear (odd that we have snow gear at all since we hardly ever have snow), and headed outside.
For as much as I hate being cold and would never call myself a winter weather person, I've always found something calming about snow falling. I'm sure it has to be the sound. Being surrounded by the sound of shush shush shush as the snow falls is so...relaxing, and dare I say it: peaceful. Maybe it sounds corny, but it's true for me.
Snow just makes everything quieter and prettier--even the Mule hauling garbage bins out to the road. Well, sure, it's not exactly beautiful, but it just seems to make me smile a little more.
Did I say everything was quieter and more beautiful?
No offense, Doogie. My hair gets pretty flat in the snow too.
I think Jules knows what I mean.
Even though Sydney and cousin Amanda had school, we still got some play time in with cousins Clover and Toby and Med. Ah, one of the many advantages of homeschool.
I have to call it a personal victory that I got Toby to smile for the camera. She loves to make very serious faces at me if I get a camera pointed in her direction.
Another reason why snow is amazing. It makes kids so happy they forget to be serious.
Jules asked me to eat this snow. I did. It was tasty. It might have been better with some super sweet fruity syrup, but let's not think of summer. I'm enjoying the snow for the moment.
And so we tossed snow at each other, caught flakes on our eyelashes and cheeks and tongue, and constructed the obligatory and charming snowman.
And then Grandpa Steve came along and gave the kiddos sled rides behind the Mule. I admit I wanted a sled ride too, but I passed it up. I could see Jules was nearing the end of her snow limit. So I hung back and had a nice chat with Sarah.
Sarah was surprised about the snow too. We got to be delighted together.
Soon enough Jules was freezing and there might have been a few tears about cold fingers and toes, but it was nothing a warm bath and hot chocolate couldn't fix.
You know, there are a lot of predictable things in my life. And generally speaking that's a good thing. Unpredictable things can be scary.
But every so often, a surprise snow shower comes along, and I just have to love it.
And because I loved it so much, I was inspired to Skype up my sister in Scotland to say hey.
Good surprises all the way around. Happy Wednesday!