March 4, 2010
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A Proper Blizzard
So, right after the supposed blizzard that was appropriately snowy, but not all that blowy, we got a PROPER blizzard. Deep sigh of contentment. Snowin’ and blowin’ and everything. Poor visibility that helps you slightly understand Pa’s dilemma of needing a rope to get from the barn to the house in one of those Laura Ingalls Wilder books. Which are my only framework for blizzard-understanding, apparently. Man, am I up on blizzard lore. Or not.
My strange-in-the-head husband spent an inordinate amount of time frolicking happily in the blowing snow. His young, equally addle-pated offspring joined him for a bit of that time.
Here’s what the snow blew in.
The next day saw some fort building. Tim had some VERY dedicated helpers.
Here’s a goober I live with in all his gooberishness. The child ADORES silliness. Makes a mama sigh. Sure is a good kid, though.












Comments (2)
the rope from the house to the barn is EXACTLY what i think of every time i hear of a blizzard!!!! great minds ….
i think it’s so great how much playin-in-the-snow you folks do with your kiddies. kudos
@melissayyoder -
Great minds, indeed… Thanks for the kudos, but all of the kudos would have to go to Tim. I went out one time, which mostly included walking on the road with Zion, and that was enough for me.