When the Snow Came
March; the first day of spring fast approaching. The daffodils had been out for a while and we were getting used to the brilliant blue skies after a long haze of grey but there were rumblings, a beast from the east was coming to make us wait that little bit longer for spring. To remind us that summer was still a long way off. And that if you live in Devon chances are you’ll have more grey sky than blue! But you know what, I love the snow. And so I was glued to my computer screen, checking the weather reports, hurrying to the window to see if they were correct, and backwards and forwards and so forth until the white stuff actually began to fall.
There’s something about snow days that are so wonderful. It should be a time where you get on top of everything you’ve been meaning to do for ages. That work presentation- I can do that; wardrobe clear out- what a perfect opportunity; spring cleaning- I may as well. But we don’t do we. At least I don’t. I spend it like any logical adult does when we get mountains of snow- you play in it, walk to the village and reward yourself for said walk with a gin. But that was just a snippet of it. It felt nice being out in the cold air, watching Edie soak it all in for the first and then come in from the cold, make a mug of tea and plough through box sets, sit down with a book, spend actual time with A. It actually felt like a mini break and one that was needed more than I realised.
The recent snow felt like the ultimate package for adults. There was plenty of it meaning we got to shutdown and relive our childhood snow days but it went quickly enough that we could still go back to normality fairly quickly. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded a day or 2 more of it but by Sunday it was back to reality. Here’s to me snow in a few years time right? Tell me, how did you guys spend your snow days?