On the second day of late April blizzard, Q and I awoke to this.
You can't tell from the picture, but this was spring snow - what in ski country we called "cement" or "mashed potatoes". The kind of snow that's nearly impossible to ski in, and even nastier to drive through.
I was not happy. All I could think was, "What am I going to do for another snowbound 24 hours, alone in a small house with an 18-month-old girl?"
Then I cried a little more over my tulips.
Then I realized....I need an attitude adjustment!
Because here's the thing....I can still remember when I first moved to Colorado from New York City...when every snowstorm was a novelty, a wonder, a winter fairyland. Nothing could get me down then - not closed passes, not drowned flowers, not chilly feet. I'd walk barefoot through the snow back then, just because I could.
So, Q and I watched the huge flakes for a bit, and played with the paper snowflakes (which I'd just been about to take down and replace with origami cranes for spring).
Then we watched Marie Antoinette....
...and played dress-up.
Because really, what else are two girls to do on a snowy morning in late April?
Pretty shoes that my husband bought me in Chinatown, SF.
Bear-shaped jellies on my favorite book of Meheut animal illustrations. I mean, if you're going to eat jell-o, oughtn't it to be in the shape of a bear, at least?