A Patch of Snow

It snowed in Crosby - sorta. We got a call from Dosha and she tells us there's a small patch of snow in the neighborhood thanks to a snow machine. Someone who's lived in an area where it really does snow, it always makes me a little sad to see such a sad little pile of slush, mud and ice. Marcel, who's never really seen real snow, loved it. They ran around trying to make snowballs out of the sad little patch of ice and had a great time. I can't help but want to load them in the car and drive until we hit Colorado for real snow. They had a blast but I couldn't help but wish the snow was deeper, we had a big hill, some inner tubes, and everything in sight was covered in a blanket of white. We took Sally along with us and she wasn't very impressed by the patch at all. She sniffed around it, stepped in in once and avoided it the rest of the time. My lab happens to be a prissy one. She'd rather be inside, hates getting wet (muddy is different though), and she watches the squirrels play in the yard for gawd's sake. Anyway, The kids thoroughly enjoyed themselves and wanted to stay even longer despite it getting too dark to see. I so understand...
Michael and me once went out to go sledding late in the evening a few blocks from the house. There was this decent hill just behind the middle school. It was a pretty popular spot for all the neighborhood kids. So we bundled up, grabbed our sleds and tracked out. It took us a little longer than usual with the crazy wind and the snow coming down but we were determined. We were a little surprised to find we had the hill all to ourselves. The snow was so fresh it had yet to compact down at all and we simply sank when we sat down on our sleds. So we digressed to throwing snowballs (real snowballs not balls of ice, mud, and slush!) and pushing each other down into the building banks of snow. I found it pretty amusing that Michael had a hard time getting up he was stuffed so snuggly in his snow suit but I did always help him back up after watching him struggle for a little while. We were interrupted by a blaring horn and the full wrath of our mom yelling obscenities at us the way only a scared mother can.
Turns out it was the start of a really bad blizzard but we only saw fresh snow coming down. But man, it was fun. We must have scared the shit outta her, thinking back on it now.