The snow didn't melt immediately on falling. Instead, it collected heavy and wet on the still green lilac leaves, bending the branches. One tree looked like it was peeking into our bedroom window. The one with the bird feeder sagged out of view*.It's warm though, so likely it will melt. In the meantime, someone knew what he wanted to do.
James refused the stroller and ran to the field.
He kicked at the snow and picked some up to throw -- reminding me how much I used to love playing in the snow.
I don't think he felt cold at all. And he's a pretty good shot with snow balls.
Eventually I had to wrangle him in and take him home. He certainly slept well.
* I know, it should be for the birds, but it's also meant for me to look at!
