So I was thrilled that my hopes for snow this year were really, truly going to be more than a token dusting. Radar maps said that Easton, MD would be hit around 4:00pm, so Zack kept watch:
The skies had been white for a long time, and around 3:30pm, the first of the snow started. The flakes were fat, lush pom-poms of white, beautiful and magical and pretty serious about blanketing things over.
I decided to take photos of the progression of the snow storm. At 3:30, the pine tree by our door had just the barest of decorations:
Around 8:00pm, Zack and I opened the door to check the progress and take another picture. I quickly discovered that to take night time photographs, I needed my tripod -- that, or to turn into a statue for the eight seconds it took for the shutter to close.
In the morning, it was still barely snowing, but the wind had drifted snow like sand to sand dunes, and our little tree was completely covered:
Off in the distance, if you look behind the tree, is the sledding hill (of very modest proportions) and all the kids quickly realized this wasn't prime sledding snow, but lightweight, feathery snow that poofed up when you walked. That didn't stop Zack from dragging Rick out for the past two days. Zack is so light that on his plastic saucer he was able to zoom where the heavier kids on runner sleds got stuck.
Yes, I do love snow. However there is something I learned, this being my first snow with a child. One -- cabin fever is a nightmare. A six-year old stuck in a house for four days does not make for a tension-free household.
And as for buying lots of milk and bread before the snow started -- forget THAT. What we SHOULD have bought lots of was NYQUIL. I was hoarding that stuff like it was liquid gold.
Now where did my husband hide the tissues?