The white stuff has been with us for a few days now, coming and go-ing as the temperature rises and falls, but never quite disappearing completely from our garden.
At the weekend, we had an inch or so of fresh and fluffy snow to play with, and we enjoyed time in the garden scooping and sweeping and failing to make a snowman. The jelly bean wasn't quite sure whether she liked it or not, and came inside a few times to watch the fun happening outside.
The best game, it seems, was one involving snowballs being thrown at you - but only when you are safely inside and there is no danger of anything cold and wet slithering down your neck. I'm with you girl.
It seems like work is snowing on me at the moment. As soon as I sweep up one snowdrift another one engulfs me. So this is how Sisyphus felt...