When it snows in Georgia...

We've had so much fun. Sunday morning we thought it was "awesome" when we looked out the window and saw not rain, but little balls falling from the sky. We stomped in the frozen ice balls. Then, much to our surprise since Eric isn't around to give us the heads up about the weather (or state of the world at large), Sunday afternoon it began to snow. It snowed and snowed and snowed. Church ended an hour early and we got home, quickly dressed for the occasion and dashed outside to enjoy the white frosted world. The snow was perfect for rolling big balls. Unfortunately, our mittens were not so perfect. We quickly had some cold hands. Sunday evening the layers of ice and slush froze and we still had lots of snow for playing on Monday. We put bags over little hands and the playing began all over again. "Roads" had to be plowed for the cars, "train tracks" needed to be cleared for the trains. We skidded down our hill and then we found out that you could pack the snow into buckets and make ice bricks that were perfect for building. So we added to our fort and gave it a paint job. Our cheeks were rosy and the snow got accolades from all of us. We couldn't ask for a better farewell party from nature before we head off for life on the island.

This weekend it's supposed to be in the 70s. Now that's my kind of winter.