Ten inches of snow on Friday.
Subzero weather into Saturday.
40 degrees Sunday, and into the 50's (!!) on Monday melting all but a few piles of that lovely snow.
Currently, 13 degrees. Brrrr…
You gotta love winter coastal weather.
Before the snow melted, and in the bitter cold of Saturday, we made it out snowshoeing. It was Luke's first time ever and after a few tip overs in the deep fluffy snow he was off and running. Watching the snow fly behind him made me laugh. The kids enjoyed walking their usual path with its new covering of snow and ice. Watching for bird prints. Eating Snow. Admiring a single oak leaf standing straight up in the ice. Noticing the colors of the sun setting on the forest. (Okay, that last one may have been just the mama.) And while we're being honest I always try to stuff a treat in my pocket to offer weary walkers, or snowshoe-rs. Dark chocolate on this trip. It was so cold I could hardly break the squares off the bar. But it made for smiles just the same. I'm always the caboose on our walks. Partially because I like to stop and snap photos, but mostly because I like to see that all my people are in their right places. It's a good viewpoint, I think.
As we made our way home just before dark, I couldn't help but think of these old memories watching the kids in front of me. Goodness, was that really five years ago? Who could have known five more Januaries would find us here. And then there are these two: Luke in Sophie's old snowshoes….. Sophie in Jade's old snowshoes. So many times in Louisiana we almost got rid of them, collecting dust in the humid garage. They sat for four years waiting for this moment.
I'm glad we saved them….