Race Against Time

As a child, I never realized what a race against time it was to play in the snow. I don't think it was so much colder in my childhood, I think my sense of time was different. I bet I could play in the snow for 45-60 minutes and it would feel to me like "all morning" or "all afternoon".

I had hoped to take the boys out after lunch, but the snow was still blowing hard. Then when the snow let up, it started to rain. It wasn't that cold out (obviously, if it was raining instead of snowing), but playing in the rain in the snow did not appeal to me at all, so I insisted we stay in until the storm had passed completely.

When I finally saw sunshine, I quickly got them into their snow clothes, but by the time we went outside it was overcast again. Nevertheless, it was only slightly windy and slightly cold, so I let them play for an hour before dinner.

I immediately set out to make a snowman, but the snow was so wet and heavy that I couldn't lift even a moderately sized snowball atop the bottom one, so I switched gears and built them a fort.

I had to fortify the walls immediately with each new layer, since M was eager to climb over the wall each time it got higher. I thought for sure once it was up to his armpits he'd stop, but no, he kept on climbing.

I had the energy to build the fort higher, but stopped when it got so warm that by the time I got around the fort and back to the beginning to start the next higher layer, the part beneath it was already soft from melting. I had lost the race. I don't know if we'll wake up to 3-4 solid inches of ice tomorrow, or if it will all be melted by noon. Or both.

W was the first to notice some damage to the magnolia, and took the initiative to clear the downed limbs. Of course he "cleared" them by dragging them closer to the house and nearer to traffic than they were originally, but as long as I'm not literally tripping over them he can do what he likes. I am not going to discourage his interest in landscape maintenance.