The first snow of the season
It didn’t stick, but it was pretty to watch, as it came down. Aidan enjoyed a seat by the bay window, and imagined that one of the big flakes was really a camera in disguise, sent by the enemy to spy on us. It’s pretty interesting to me how his imagination never takes a break. When I look at big fluffy snowflakes, I don’t see hidden cameras. I see snowflakes. And maybe, if pressed to use my imagination, I might possibly see confetti or cotton balls. Whatever I see, it’s not likely to have a sinister agenda. It’s just falling, from the sky to the ground, ever so slowly, dancing on the wind.
Today I am thankful that the snow we enjoyed was of the fleeting, non-accumulating type. I’m just not ready for the onset of winter.
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Poor sweetie. It’s like the weather gods saw your words of thanks and decided to have some fun with you. At least you’ll get another blog post out of it.
Yeah, isn’t that just the way of it? Just dropped E off. My toes are wet & cold…
I just gotta say I love that one piece of hair sticking up on Aiden’s head
Heh, well, it’s gone now – I gave him a hair cut that very night. The boy has crazy wavy hair with a mind of its own,and he was waaaay overdue for a trim.