I’ve lived in this New Mexico mountain village for almost two years now. That equals almost 2 winters, and so far they have been very mild and not worse than anything I would have experienced back home. However, the weather folk are predicting this winter to have below average temperatures and above average moisture thanks to El Nino.
This morning we awoke to our first snowfall. There is something magical about waking to snow, even when you are no longer a child, but especially when you are.
Normally, the first thing EK wants to do after awakening is put on a princess dress. That is if she didn’t sleep in one the night before. But this morning, after seeing the snow, she started pulling off her pajamas and said, “I need to wear a hat and mittens and a scarf.”
Her daddy, who loves the snow too, dressed her and off they went.
I braved the weather in my housecoat for all of twenty seconds to get a few pictures.
Then we got a big bowl full of snow for making snow ice-cream by adding a can of sweetened condensed milk and a splash of vanilla.
The snowflakes are big, the fire is crackling, and life is good.