“Oh no!” I said as I looked outside last Saturday morning. “Oh no!”
We received three inches of unexpected snow. I had cut a large amount of wood in the pasture and left it to split and pick up. Normally I like to pick it up if I cut it, because if it snows, you’re digging through the snow to pick up the wood. I was overreacting though, because the snow melted in a few days and I was able to split and stack the wood on a hay rack to dry.
The boys however, reacted with joy. Each got a shovel and built a private fort. Gameboy’s came up to his knees, but he described it to a friend as a room he could walk in.
Once the snow started to melt and stick together, they built a snowman. Now the snowman is the only remnant of our first snow. Oh well, I’m sure there will be more.