We had a lot of snow overnight. It was like waking up at Christmas except it’s in March. In fact, the question here has been, “What happened to Spring?” Not that we’re fretting about it. We love the snow. I love it so much that I trudged off through it to the Coop twice this morning.
Even the underpass had snow in it.
All day, the graders were running up and down the main road just behind the house as the snow continued. It was almost as if as soon as it appeared, the graders would sweep it away. I guess that’s what infrastructure looks like.
Our original plan for today was to head down to Trosa for a second viewing of the Red House, but Mirinda did not feel confident about driving in the prevailing conditions. The real estate guy (Claus) was very understanding.
It also didn’t feel right to disturb Max from beneath his white blanket.
So, instead, we stayed home. Though, of course, Mirinda took the puppies for a long journey through snow drifts deeper than Freya is high. Actually, we were worried Freya wouldn’t want to go (she hates the cold) but, once she’d been dragged out of the house and into a snow drift, she was fine.
Any joy from the walk quickly dissipated however, as neither of them were that enthused about being shut in the bathroom upon their return. It’s the only room in the house with a heated floor, which makes it ideal for melting the snow balls on their legs. Mirinda suggested it, Emma wasn’t sure, and I insisted.
Mirinda went for a second walk while I cooked dinner, by which time, the snow had stopped falling.
And why did I make two trips to the Coop this morning?
I arrived at the underpass and read the big sign that has the opening hours displayed for all to see, which I’d clearly ignored. I was an hour early. I walked back to the house and had another cup of coffee.
