Well after 18 years of living in southern England we have finally had a decent snowfall. I can hardly tell you all how much it means to me to have this snow.
I come from a place in the US which is known for it's heavy snow, every winter. When you leave your "home" and move to another country you eventually become aware of the things that you took for granted.
I realised one day that my kids have not really seen snow, never been sledding (sledging), skiing, built snowmen, never seen the delicate beauty of the floating flakes or felt the wonderful comfort of coming home to a cup of hot chocolate after playing in the freezing snow and it bothered me.
My thoughts lately have been only for Spring because I didn't want to think of weeks of cold and rain and grey days but now we have something new and exciting to experience. Don't get me wrong, I dont want it to snow for weeks on end but this week's snow has been so lovely, even "magical" as Georgia described it. Even the teenager is loving it as you can see in the photos.
Speaking of snow, I can hardly beleive it was 20 years ago yesterday that Paul and I got married and spent a snowy weekend in Niagra Falls. I searched through an old leather suitcase that I keep the photos in so that I could find one to show you but I could not find any from our wedding day! I'm sure I have just put them in safe place where it will take some years to find them again. We celebrated by going to our fave local restaurant for a meal (without the kids) and had a wonderful time. We sat at the best table surrounded by windows with a full view of the fat, falling snowflakes and the quiet "lamp" lit street near to the cathedral gate. Paul even wore his suspenders (braces) that I bought him some years ago now; navy blue with polka dots. I love a man in suspenders; so attractive and perfectly vintage.
Drive safely everyone. Till next time...
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