Or rather the calm before the storming of children.
The snow came down thick and heavy yesterday. Well by English standards, we’re not very good at dealing with adverse weather conditions. My lovely aunty sitting in her Canadian log cabin in the forest, surrounded by 6ft snow drifts, is giggling right now at our ineptitude to deal with a few inches of snow.
But it’s true we’re rubbish! All roads ground to a standstill, trains were delayed and cancelled and schools declared it a snow day. Ten minute journeys took two hours, adults mumbled and grumbled about the inconvenience of it all but all over children squealed in glee. Wellies on, sledges out, they made the most of an afternoon off.
Today all is quiet in the garden, the lawn crisp and untouched, the many wellyprints of yesterday’s fun have disappeared.
Yesterday’s snowman is hiding under a snowy blanket but more snow just means bigger and better snowmen are waiting to be discovered by chilly mittened hands.
The garden fairies are taking cover and enjoying the peace and quiet.
Some have gone into hibernation…
The blackbirds are sitting patiently in the ivy waiting for their snow free lunch. I’m under strict instructions not to play in the snow till they’re home. My wellies are sat waiting at the back door and I’m restraining myself from rushing out to make my own snow fairy.
All is quiet. That is until school’s out! Then the blackbirds will take flight as the silence is filled with shouts and the air is filled with flying snowballs. One shake of the swing and we’ll have our own willow tree blizzard. We’ll build our snowman, we’ll stomp and twirl around singing ‘Let it go’ Elsa-style. We’ll enjoy our snow day till noses turn pink and little fingers get too cold to play. Then back inside to defrost chilly toes in front of a roaring fire and fill up with hot stew.
But for now all is quiet. The calm before the storm.