When we arrived in Ohio last Sunday morning, the world was covered in a thin white film of fine powdery snow. A cheery snowman greeted us from the front lawn and we smiled at the novelty of it all. It was a balmy 50 F when we left San Francisco the night before.
But our dreams of a white Christmas were foiled by a ton of rain that fell on the county on Christmas eve. I thought for sure that we were done with the snow, that the girls would have to wait for another trip to Tahoe to try their hands at building a snowman or sledding again.
I was wrong. I took this picture five minutes ago, moments before heading to bed. The world is once again blanketed in soft while snow and tomorrow morning I sense that there’s going to be much gleeful snowball throwing and snowman building.
Stay tuned for pictures! The only bummer is that M took off thirty minutes after the snow started to fall. Instead of playing in the cold with us tomorrow he’ll be heading back to work. Poor M.