No one even talked about it. None of us saw it coming. Then, on our way home from our train ride (where you-know-who made a happy appearance) we spotted the first flakes swishing around our swagger wagon. By the time we arrived home there was enough snow to shake a stick at (or stick it in the side of a snowman). Perfect.
Our Seth who's seven is fairly stingy of praise for the days that pass through his life. He's serious, not superfluous. He prefers serene, not surreptitious. At the dinner table, Dr. Gooch gathers "favorite moments" of the day from his children. Yet, Seth will only offer up a tidbit here and there.
But, on Saturday, he offered four. It was just that sort of day.
A good start to this nippy season. With the garden frozen over, we're bringing things indoors with stories and singing, soup and cookies, parties and lights. And hoping for at least a handful more of unexpected precipitation.