Back in winter clothes before April is out

Isn’t that just what I said?  I was awake at 4am this morning putting little K back to sleep when I glanced out and saw by the light of the street lamps, snow. Snow. Snow?  This is crazy, freakish weather.  I wish I understood what makes us swing from summer heat to winter snow in a few short days.  I do not think I have ever experienced anything like it.  But we take it in our stride: keep the fire blazing all day; dig out the snow suits, hats, gloves, sledge; put on a thermal vest; keep going.

The children do not even stop to question why this today and that yesterday.  They wake up, they get on with it.  D believes it is Christmas at last.  K heads with certainty to the sandpit, now damp and snowy and picks up a spade.  We build a snowman.  Happy.

(But I think of the little lambs we saw on Monday morning, days old, preparing to be put in the field: “Lambs do much better with the sun on their backs to warm them”, the farmer said.  I can believe it.)

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I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend.

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