Fact. It snowed this morning. Somewhere between the gym and the first call of the day, the sky filled with a flurry of falling flakes, and the roof of the shed looked like it had been dusted with icing sugar.
It’s worthy of attention apparently. I always think this - unusual weather gets us excited for some reason. In Alaska, they’d barely think of mentioning it, I reckon.
Sigh. It comes from living on a small, very temperate island. We’re hobbits, finding solace in things remaining roughly the same, and reacting quite demonstratively when something (an adventure, I suppose) breaks outside the norm.
Anyway, it did snow. As usual, in other parts of the country, the family sent round much snowier pictures - kids in wellingtons, etc. I think I’m a bit beyond that kind of excitement, and certainly, there’s little point in chucking on wellies to go out and leave black footprints in the thin wet drizzle.
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