Walking in a winter wonderland!
No snow here all winter and then, just when we thought winter was coming to a gentle close, we get a powerhouse on the the 1st of March. About nine inches, right? Fun stuff, except for the poor people who lost their power and still don’t have it back yet. (You definitely know who you are and are justifiably bitter.) So March has definitely “come in like a lion” with a deluge of snow as its mighty roar. Stay tuned to March 31 to see if it actually “goes out like a lamb” in keeping with the saying…
This was definitely the biggest snow I’ve experienced in Richmond in my eight years here. As a Boston native, this snowstorm reminded me of the long Northeastern winters, hearing the scrape of snowplows in the early mornings and crunching on snow everywhere you walked. It was quite nice to have a dose of it all without having to live through an entire winter of it. Instead we got lots of surprisingly balmy days! The novelty of snow in large quantities wears off rather quickly, I assure you. Here in Richmond, though, it’s been a magical time to enjoy the novelty.
This was Sam’s first “real” snow, and he was in awe. (I say “real” because the others were too small to count.) Daddy Mac and I were in awe, too, having forgotten how dazzling a thick blanket of snow can be. Everything is made clean again, at least for a while.
Thankfully Daddy Mac optimistically gave into an urge to buy a neat-o sled at Bass Pro Sops on Sunday afternoon before the first flakes began to fall. Of course he figured the storm would probably pass us by and the sled would end up sitting in the garage along with our mountain of other unused sporting equipment. Alas, that was not to be, thankfully so! The sled sure got a workout. However, our yard is flat, as in no slope whatsoever, usually a good thing but not when sledding is concerned. You naturally ask, “Where did the sled come into the picture?” Well, Daddy Mac ingeniously tied a string around the front and pulled Sam all over the yard, around and around again, pretending they were dodging penguins at every turn. So Daddy Mac got a workout, too, not to mention shoveling that long suburban driveway, which all of a sudden seemed to grow even longer.
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