
Today we woke up to cold overcast skys. Ahren, figuring it would warm up, left for the bus in shorts and no coat. Then around 7:45 am it started to snow!
Try explaining to a 4-year-old that it isn't winter when it is snowing like it's December. Tori is ready for another Christmas.
Last week we were playing in the backyard with frisbees and soccer balls. Today the daffodils look quite dejected, as if disapointed that they managed to bloom before the weather had figured out which season it prefers. I was hoping to till the garden spot tomorrow and maybe plant some peas when the kids got home. I refuse to give up hope, but the snow is starting to stick.