I tried to build a snowman with Kaya, but all we managed was a rather sad smallish heap. I blame reduced mobility due to baby-in-sling. We had to wait for the husband to come home from work for the real thing.
Batu and I watched from the warmth inside, and handed out supplies through the window. Nuts for eyes and buttons, a tea towel for the head, early empire cinch for a scarf.
In England everything seems to shut down with the first white powdering, something I’ve always made fun of.
This time I’m happily joining in, staying cooped up at home.
The roads are alright, but I don’t fancy risking the icy footpaths with the baby.
For now, there is enough snow and fresh air and icicles in the garden. Enough food and tea and stories in the house while the waterproofs are dripping on the carpet.
Happy weekend, everyone.