It snowed this past weekend in my little corner of Washington.
Now, it doesn’t snow out here very often. And when I say “it doesn’t snow out here very often” I mean it snows to the point of sticking so infrequently around here that the cities and towns are just not equipped to deal with it. So when my husband and I go out for a drink and some dessert, and it snows a few inches while we are gone, that means we are parking at the bottom of our hill and walking about 4 blocks home. The main cross street near our home was littered with cars that had spun out and gotten stuck. So many cars were stuck that the fire department closed the street down.
Growing up in the midwest I have seen all varieties of snow and this was a perfect snow; huge, beautiful, wet clumps falling from the sky while the ground temperature was just a little above freezing, with virtually no wind. This meant it was perfectly comfortable to spend time outside playing with perfectly textured snow for packing into snowballs.
So what’s a perfectly responsible set up adults supposed to do?
Have an 11PM snowball fight with with the family that stayed home to watch our kiddo, of course. I couldn’t help but grab my camera and capture the evening.
