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.)