Flurries have been teasing us for the past few days, but nothing resulted in significant accumulation. Morning flurries have the girls staring upwards, their eyes open wide, their mouths smiling as they wave their mittened hands to try to touch the flakes of snow.
Last night I met my husband at the driveway as he was returning from taking the trash cans to the curb. Snowflakes fell rapidly, blanketing my car – yet, my initial thought was that all would be gone before the morning commute. The snow sifted to the ground and danced about, little tendrils of white as the wind blew across, and I hustled back into the warmth of the house.
I opened the blinds this morning, and saw about an inch and a half of light, powdery snow on the ground. I started my morning routine, including waking the girls up with the “WOW! Look at ALL the snow!” call. My older one, usually a very non-morning grouch popped up, and peeked out of the window. “Mama, I want to do this, ” she exclaimed, and imitated making a snow angel. My heart tugged a bit since I knew this most likely wouldn’t be possible with my schedule – but I promised we’d do it, if not today, on another snow day. My little one ran happy circles in her room, excited by everyone else’s excitement, and at the gorgeous white landscape outside her window.
Today’s lunch is:
Steamed beets, sliced
Whole wheat pasta spirals with sautéed mushrooms, onions, celery, mixed with tomato sauce and parmesan cheese
Mini hotdogs (conventional) cut into an octopus and a flower