Snow
This afternoon, while Holly and I were enjoying a late lunch, it started to snow. A beautiful snow, with nice, big, fluffy flakes. It started off slow, then it started to grow. (The Grinch has been on the brain lately.) By the time we were done eating, we were in the throes of quite the little squall. I felt bad for the guys across the street who were doing some work up on a neighbors roof. Holly and I bundled up and went outside. Kids have so much more stamina for being outside when it's cold and snowy. I was ready to go in after about five minutes, but Holly was in it for the long haul. She transferred her love of climbing to various outdoor fixtures such as the back stoop, our swing, the patio, various chairs. Every once in a while she'd vehemently say "MILK!" over and over again, so we'd trudge inside, tracking mud everywhere, I'd take off my coat and shoes, enjoy the warmth, start to get Holly out of her coat only to have her start to cry and stumble back over to the back door. I'd rebundle myself up and out we'd go. That happened twice before I smartened up and just stayed in my coat while she drank. Once in a great while I can be a quick study. The last thing she did before we headed indoors for good was to climb up the hill of dirt around one of our trees and attempt to slide down it. She worked hard to get herself to the bottom, but I don't think it was the thrilling experience she was hoping for.
The snow petered out for an hour or so but returned full force when it was time for Henry to come home. It's been falling steadily ever since and now everything is covered. It's great. If it's going to be cold, it may as well be snowing to help ease the chill.