I didn’t realize I’d been waiting for it until it finally came on Saturday night. Sunday morning when we left for church we were greeted with a little white man. Norah was so excited. She doesn’t remember seeing a real snowman before.
The bus was slick with slime and emptier than usual–an inch of snow is reason enough for most in Oxford to hibernate.
In the city the verges were full of mud smoothy but the trees and buildings were lightly dusted with white. It wasn’t nearly as much as last year but enough to flock Old Tom’s tower at Christ Church.
The Oxonians tend to complain about snow but, for this Minnesota girl, it was refreshing. I feel like we’ve had our winter.