When I happened to notice around 4:00 a. m. that snow was softly falling over the garden, I knew I had a promise to keep. This time, I determined, there would be no fiasco, no trooping in with wet and weeping toddlers after two minutes. When the girls erupted from their girlcave at 7:00, we were ready with a plan. Daddy started his work from home during Hugh’s nap and the girls and I braved the elements.
The snow was sopping wet and our gloves and boots instantly soaked through–but we enjoyed it. Norah and I even managed to gather enough together for a diminutive snowman (while Harriet splashed wildly in the birdbath). Can you spot Waldo in this picture?
Then we spotted some little white bell-shaped flowers, already blooming in the borders. “What are these flo-lows, Mommy?” I didn’t really know, but as the soppy flakes plopped around us I was inspired and so made a guess. “I think they might be snowdrops.”
The girls each picked one to show Daddy and we headed for home. When we entered the building, a maintenance man spotted the flowers. “Aye, the snowdrops are just the thing to be pickin’ today!” he chuckled.
I just had a feeling.