yurt in the snow

Six thirty this morning the kids are jumping all over me, “It snowed! It snowed!” A few minutes later I hear Sophie saying, “No Luc, you can’t go out into the snow in your underwear.” And I think, Okay, time to get up!

But their excitement is so infectious. If I walked outside and saw a fleet of hot air balloons go by, followed by a total solar eclipse, maybe my sense of wonder could match theirs. And the world is like that to them every day!

I know that for much of the country, a little snow is no big deal, but around here, there are winters we don’t get any snow at all. A snow that actually sticks for a couple of days is a huge event. Snow party!

Here, look at this. And understand that the reason these photos are so blue is that they were taken before the sun came up, because these kiddos were not waiting for anything! I was lucky just to get coats on them.

There he goes, running out into his first real snow, “Mama! Mama! Snow!”

Here is Sophie, so happy that she is just squealing.

Here is Fancy, mincing her way over to the hay, indignant at the whole thing.

Here is Paul, heading off to work.

Here is the yurt as I head back up the path.

We’re snug and happy today, drinking our hot cocoa. And it’s still falling!

Snow is what yurts were made for.