We’re having a snowy day today. I awoke early to send off my hubby who had to work and then started the thing where I find random things to do to mark time until it’s a slightly more respectable hour when the kiddos, pup, and I can go outside without waking up the whole neighborhood. We were out by about 8am, the kids playing and I shoveling (sometimes I make them help, but today I let them play) and found a lovely 5 or so inches on the ground. The snow was heavier than I expected, but really no bother. Ever since I splurged on a slightly nicer shovel a couple years ago, I don’t really mind the chore unless the snow is really, really slushy and, you know, then it weighs 7000lbs and only He-Man can lift it. That can be rough. Thankfully, today’s wasn’t bad at all.
I’ve probably mentioned it before, but February is the time of year when people around here can really start to tire of winter. The cold, short days begin to wear our hearty souls down. I’m no different. It affects me, too. I try very hard, though, to not complain about the weather. If I had to drive like my husband does, I might think differently, but for the most part I am happy to take whatever comes my way. I know I’ll miss the quiet of winter nights, the noble austerity of the bare trees, and the way the North wind howls on days like today when spring finds its way here.
My daughter was decked out in her finest — her Spud & Chloe Chill Chaser sweater, her Blue Sky Alpacas Fox Hat & matching cowl, and some mittens I knit a while back in Spud & Chloe Outer paired with an inner mitten knit with Malabrigo Worsted. Completely mismatched and completely toasty warm! I threw on 2 hats, 2 cowls, a pair of sport-weight socks, and some lined colorwork mittens. My son chose his handknit socks and a double-thick worsted hat — the rest of his outerwear is more ‘technical’ — he gets that from his dad.
Unfortunately, the temps had already started to drop a bit and the wind had really picked up by the time we started for the sledding hill. As we made our way, I could tell the winds were easily gusting up in the 30mph range putting the wind chill easily below zero, probably closer to double digits below zero. When you live where I do and you pay even a bit of attention, you become a connoisseur of such things. I knew we wouldn’t last long.
And sure enough, as the wind blew hard across the land and the snow continued to fall the kids took a handful of trips down the sledding hill, but they spent most of their time chasing down their sleds which kept blowing away. My daughter declared that her nose had fallen off (she meant her face mask of fallen off her nose, but we had a good laugh at how she put it) and her pink cheeks and my son’s frost-crusted eyelashes signaled that it was already time to go. We got home and I shoveled again since I was already bundled up.
It’s hard to tell how heavily it’s snowing as so much of the snow I see out the window is just blowing on that howling North wind. And now, this snowy afternoon which required 2 hats, 2 cowls, a pair of sport-weight socks, and some triple-thick mittens finds us happily tucked snug in our little house. The kids are writing and drawing in the next room. And me? I think I’ll wrap up some chores, brew up a hot cup of tea, and enjoy a bit of knitting. After all, I can’t forget that I’ll miss these wintry evenings when spring finds its way here.