Sugar Snow

Sure enough, we kept close to home this weekend.  No travels over the river and through the woods to the Maple Festival.  I guess I could have felt sad about it, but we were pretty happy here in our own little snow globe. 

I started buckwheat pancakes in the morning and the batter was ready for lunch, for our own maple festival.  We had the sausage (not burned, like they always do, bless their hearts) and apple sauce (blackberry and very local!).  I told the children that if they wasted syrup, always the precious commodity, I would charge them $8.  They wasted syrup.  I cleared no profit. ;-)

The children went sledding while I set the house to rights.  There are times things feel like such a mess, and there are times it all feels so tidy.  While they were out, our dear neighbors served them hot chocolate, just like the Bobbsey Twins.  Those books always seem to include hot chocolate. 

This was around mid-day, these photos.  We probably cleared six to eight inches of snow that packed down as it fell.  It snowed all day and into the night, a heavy and wet kind of snow.  A couple inches piled on while we had supper with my parents, and they saw stranded cars on their way home.  We were so glad to be in our cozy little house. 

The plows passed in the night, the only kind of snow we've had all year that really required plowing.  Today I'll urge the children to go out and enjoy the snow while it lasts.  I can already hear dripping.