The weather forecast had prepared us for mixed precipitation, but not for several inches of snow, and we awoke to an unexpectedly white world.
It looked like Christmas, not Halloween. Why don’t we get snow like this for Christmas? There were even candy canes!
The kids wasted no time. They had their snow-wear on before anyone could even think to sing “Do you want to build a snowman?” And build a snowman they did.
Little Billy was, in fact, taller than I am. He was the biggest snowman I had ever seen. But the kids weren’t done playing in the snow yet, and after building Billy, they created trails on the driveway for me to walk on.
These were perilous trails. One was the Trail of Death, the kids informed me, and every step on it would bring me a 1% chance of death. There also was a Puddle of Death, and a Slide of Death, and . . .
At that point, I had to cut them off and reprimand them. “No children of mine are allowed to be so linguistically lazy! There are other dark words besides ‘death.’ Get creative!” And soon there were sites of Termination and Zombification and other horrors, which was more like it.
The trees fared better than the last time we had an October storm. There were no broken limbs, just the unusual beauty that comes of mixing seasons.
It was so lovely outside that I might have wished to walk and take pictures all day, but it was also brutally cold. My hands and feet soon turned numb. It wasn’t long before I went back inside, where I knew a warm fire awaited me.
