..as I sit here at my desk with the only light coming from my monitor, I can look out the window and watch it snow. it seems so peaceful outside. I opened the door just to listen and all I heard was the quietness one finds at 3 a.m. there was no traffic in our neighborhood at that hour. I love my alone time like this.. maybe that’s one reason I am such a night owl.
..today Diane played out in the snow with Julian and I took a few pictures. he had so much fun! his little cheeks were so rosy when he came in.. we found him a one piece snow suit at good will and I enjoyed getting him all bundled up like that kid from “a Christmas story” … lol he too could hardly walk. I wonder if he would bury his face in his mashed potatoes? here is the lil munchkin~
..making snow angels..
..Bella got in on the action..
..she loves the snow..
..her lil white paws are buried..
..after this shot they walked down the street to the park by our house but I didn’t go..
..and YES, those are socks on his hands. his mom forgot his mittens so we improvised. he had 2 pair of Alex’s socks that went up to his shoulders on, and didn’t get cold at all!
..when my kids were little, we spent hours playing in the snow, and I have home videos of us doing that. it was SO much fun. when I was growing up my siblings and I had a long toboggan the 4 of us could fit on, and we’d take it behind Notre Dame school where we attended. there was a hill on the side of the school that wasn’t safe at all, as it was steep & close to the building… but as kids we didn’t care and went flying down the hill on our toboggan regardless..
..for those of you who are wondering, yes we did hit the building many times.. we quickly learned to BAIL just before we got to the wall.. we were just fortunate that we didn’t get hurt or break any bones. I think angels watched over us because the hill was so steep we’d actually lift off the ground and land hard then hit the building. our mom would send us out for the afternoon.. if she saw what we were sliding down, she would have been mad.
..but small towns seemed safe back in those days. no one ever locked their doors, even at night. you pretty much knew everyone in town and could always spot visitors~ and people would watch them like a hawk everywhere they went. there also weren't any black people or brown or Asian.. nothing but north country white.. [doesn’t that sound like a kind of bread?] which was restrictive because I didn’t know how to act around those folks once I married and moved away.
..my lack of social conscience was a weakness I did not like. at first I had fear because my only exposure to other races came from the TV so I was familiar with only stereotypical typecasting. it took a long time for me to grow up and realize we are all the same inside, we just come in a variety of colors. wouldn’t you think that is the simplest thing one should just know?
..we were very cocooned in our little village. and because we had no vehicle, we didn’t venture far. sometimes we went to Montreal by bus or relatives would come and get us.. and I’d notice other races in the big city but didn’t have the chance to get to know anyone. all I felt was fear because that’s what I tend to feel when I don’t understand something. knowledge is nutrition for the mind..
..last week when it snowed, Diane tried to take pictures of her gloves with snowflakes on them… they were HUGE flakes.. I hope you can see the different shapes.. the pictures click larger.. aren’t they just beautiful, though? I LOVE big snowflakes..
..and this was last week when Bella went out with Diane..
I hope all of you peeps have a fun weekend.. it goes by much too fast!