The weather Monday was reminiscent of early Spring or late Fall. Shirt and shoes not required. Well, don’t get carried away…you know what I mean. Keep your shirts on! Jacket and shoes not required.
By Tuesday night, Mr. Jack Frost had made his way to New York and flakes started falling from the sky like an extreme case of dandruff falling from a dehydrated head.
It actually snowed! I took this picture around midnight; my kids nestled deep in their cushy covers would never get to enjoy the fluffy flakes. Although only Oriana and I were awake, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to play in the snow.
I buddled Oriana up in her warmest wool coat, pink earmuffs, and mittens (all four of them) as we hurried out the kitchen door.
Her introduction to the wet, white flakes was chilly. She soon became fast friends with the snow.
She ran wild circles around the backyard, moving like my children after they’ve eaten a bag of skittles and gulped a can of soda.
Oriana now poses for the camera. Apparently she’s enrolled in the same modeling class as my daughter.
Watch out Snoopy! She’s after your job.
I think horror films may be a more suitable genre.
In any case, it looks as if we may have a white Christmas after all. Bing Crosby would be pleased. This snow was gone by morning and my kids never did get to enjoy it. They’re asking to go back to Maine this winter to go sledding or as they say in Maine, SLIDING. I’m not as enthused.