Yesterday started off a little moody, dark and overcast. The weather forecast didn't suggest tons of snow, so it didn't cross my mind to expect much beyond a few clouds. Eric and I dropped Cordelia off at preschool and grabbed some soy lattes before heading out of town on a little drive as Elise snoozed in the back.
We drove out of town as we talked. We discussed art, our gratitude for our relationship/ daughters/ lives, and we watched the clouds gather around the mountains. When we made it back town the cloud were low and heavy, but still we didn't really expect much. We ran into the store to pick up a few odds and ends. When we came back out it was to a world transformed. The snow was falling fast and heavy in big sloppy flakes. "Definitely a spring storm," I declared.
I regretted wearing ballet flats as my bare feet were cold and wet. Elise, wearing only a light hoodie, was bundled in my oversize scarf. We picked up Cordelia, who was wearing a light jacket and mittens fit for a blizzard (she has been dressing herself), so she was in pretty good shape. We got into the car and headed home.
The rest of the day the snow fell, melted off a bit and then fell some more. Definitely a spring storm. We watched from the comfort of our beloved home. We played, we worked on projects, we watched as Eric wrote a new song. Then I noticed that our seedlings had just begun to sprout in their trays. Yes, this was most definitely a spring storm!