... it's never too far from rain. Schools are cancelled, kids rush out to play... in the slush. Grown-ups have to work. News professionals adopt their serious, civic-minded voices as they urge extreme caution for anyone who needs to go out (on clear or only slightly wet roads). By mid-afternoon, most teenagers wind up at the mall, and the snow has usually changed to rain. This week, drenching rain, enough to flood the basement with rising groundwater. Not a terrible flood, thanks to some of the repairs we made last year, but a definite nuisance.
The girls managed to make a snowgirl before it was washed away. I didn't have the heart to tell them what a real, Northeast Ohio winter was like when I was growing up. This will probably be it for their snow memories this year. Sigh.
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
I am immensely pleased with this picture. As soon as she saw it snowing Monday, Tertia donned her jacket and raced outside to taste the snowflakes. It's such a gift, having a child's heart always. This came home to me this week, as we had to sign a permission slip for her to watch the PG-13 movie "The Outsiders" with her Lit class after reading the book. She's really growing up, becoming a young lady, in so many ways. We were worried the movie might be too intense for her, but she said she watched the whole thing: "I was a brave princess." A brave princess who knows one must rush outside to taste the snowflakes when they first start falling.
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