Clearly, I still need to track down snow pants and boots, but the rain boots did all right for today.
No, no. Rumor has it this weekend might find us back up at 60 degrees, with time enough to put the garden to bed and prowl through leaf littered trails in the park a bit more. These first snowfalls really are full of magic, and the girls and I answered the early morning call of our backyard.
Our snowgirl toppled under her own soggy weight after only a few hours, but that doesn't erase the fun we had creating it. This snow is so sticky even Maya had no trouble rolling a section of snowgirl. Unfortunately, by the time we were ready to decorate our creation, both girls were sporting soggy mittens and frozen fingers. Elliot still has no tolerance for cold, and as Maya and I looked around for a pine cone nose, poor little sister let herself into the house and stomped her slushy disapproval all over the kitchen floor.
We simply had to warm up at Caribou with a couple hot chocolates and a sticky bun. It couldn't have been a more delightful, if Christmas-y, morning.