Snowy Day – no photos

I was just about to give up on this post.  Yesterday I took about twenty photographs of the kids playing in the snow.  I was just attempting to download them on the computer so I could include a few here.  I got confused, thought I had duplicated a folder, pressed delete and away the pictures went – gone from the computer, gone from the camera.  I shut down everything in frustration and decided there would be no snowy day post.  I went into the living room, picked up a book, and read a few pages before I realized that I didn’t have to have pictures to write a post about a snow day.  So that’s the story of the story.  Deep breath.  Blast, blast computers.  On we go. 

 The snow was not a surprise.  The forecasters assured us that there would be snow.  And after all these years of wrong predictions, what can I say?  I still believe them.  Usually I consider snow on a Saturday a waste.  What’s the point, right?  My two-week spring break begins tomorrow, though, so I wasn’t so disappointed about the loss of a day off work.  Hailey and I spent the night with mom and dad and periodically turned the front porch light on to see if it had started snowing yet.  There wasn’t much to get excited about before we went to bed.  She woke me up at 6:00 am, though, and sure enough a world of white outside.  Of course Hailey was ready to head out.  I held her off until 7:30 am, though.  We bundled up and walked next door to get Tyler. 

According to Hailey’s measurements in a drift of snow blown up against a fence post, we got nine inches of snow.  According to my measurements in the middle of the yard, we got 2 1/2.  Regardless, it was more snow than we’ve seen in a while.  If I was not so inept with computers, I would include a photo here of Hailey in the snow with the yard stick and a photo of the sad daffodils that have bloomed for the past two weeks.  Their poor little droopy heads looked so sad.  (Daffodil update.  After a day of sunshine, the daffodils have perked right back up again.)

Hailey, Tyler and I dug the plastic sleds out of the smokehouse.  (Yes, we have sleds.  What can I say?  We are an optimistic bunch.)  We drug each other around the yard for a while before deciding to walk down to the creek.  It was lovely.  Snow on all the tree branches.  Piled up on logs.  Blackie the dog even got to run and jump and play in the snow.  Tyler attempted to rig up a sled dog contraption.  We had just seen the movie Snow Buddies last week.  Blackie gave it a valient effort, but no luck with the sled dog attempts. 

By this time the cuffs of our jeans were frozen, our noses were running, and we were ready to head back inside for some hot chocolate.