The forecast is calling for 12-18 inches of snow between tonight and tomorrow. The kids absolutely love the snow. It doesn’t matter that they don’t have any proper snow gear. They’re happy to tromp around in soggy jeans and tennis shoes. It just seems to silly to go out and buy boots and bibs for a couple of snow days.
I have vowed that this year the kids will experience the joy of sledding. There’s an elementary school just down the street that has an excellent hill – complete with a fence at the bottom to stop the kids from skittering out onto the busy road. It’s the same hill that I want to use to introduce ice-blocking to Roanoke.
After the snowball fights have ended and the sledding comes to a stop we’ll tromp inside and peel off the layers. The kids will ask for hot chocolate and we’ll huddle around the heater trying to get warm again. And then… this is the part I’m dreading… We’ll have dirty, mushy snow on the streets and sidewalks. The kids will whine to go outside only to discover it’s not that much fun to play with ice and the odd clumps of snow. The backdoor will become muddy. The front porch will become a collection of wet shoes and the odd mitten.
It’s not supposed to start snowing until the afternoon but already the kids are on snow watch. Aimlessly wandering by the windows… hoping to catch a glimpse of a little flurry of snowflakes. It’s going to be a long day for them. I haven’t told them yet that there are rumors of a chance of snow on Christmas.