Winter arrived rather dramatically yesterday, with the first snowfall of the season down to sea level in Christchurch.
Mister Three looked out the window. “Yay, snow, it’s winter, it’s Christmas, Santa’s coming”.
I phoned the school at 8am. “Yes, we’re open at this stage.” So we bundled the children up in coats and hats and scarves and gloves, and drove to school. As I was helping Miss Six get her coat and gloves off around her cast, we were told, “actually, we’ve just decided we’ll close after all.” Out side the snow was falling thicker. We bundled the children back up again and back into the car to drop me off to work.
I asked my boss to drive me home in his 4-wheel drive.
View from my office window. Snow is falling quite thickly. Pondering how I will get home.
This morning the slush has frozen with the heavy frost overnight. School will open later in the morning.
Miss Eight’s Snow Creation
We got “over” the novelty of snow in our city last winter. This year it’s just cold, and not so much fun. I haven’t been tempted to take lots of photos. (Two were enough). I spent two hours yesterday afternoon clearing slush off the driveway so we didn’t end up with sheet ice this morning.
