I have a real distrust for weather men. They have been proven wrong far to many times. When they start saying crazy stuff like several inches of snow in October, I won't be found running to the store for bread and milk. (Not to mention we don't buy bread and milk at the store any day of the year!)
But I may have become a believer, at least this one time. Like the rest of the east coast, we were dumped with cold white stuff that looked surprisingly like snow in October.
We had not even had a frost yet. The leaves have not fallen off the trees. Only a few days ago, my children were insisting on going barefooted outside. I thought the ground would be too warm for the snow to pile up. But it did.
Not a lot. But plenty for the children. They were absolutely ecstatic. Best of all, it was a Saturday. That means Dad was home and I wasn't forced to go out and play with them. Yes, I took photos from the doorway in the warmth of the house.
I could think of far better places to be than freezing my toes in slushy snow. Don't get me wrong, I love snow. It makes the world absolutely beautiful. I just like to enjoy it better from the indoors.
The children made two tiny snowmen themselves, then Ed helped them make a big snowman. I told the children to remember this day to tell their grandchildren they once made a snowman in October.
Then they joined Mom in the enjoyment of the fireplace. Ed says that the hours of work on this fireplace are beginning to be paid off. Thankfully, we didn't lose our power like many others.
Today, the snow if rapidly melting, leaving behind only a pile of snow gear, frozen flowers, and warm memories.