It's definitely winter now. We got 12 inches of heavy wet snow with a layer of ice over the top of that, making it stick to the tree branches and the roads and everything. We won't see dirt again until spring. Lots of our neighbors up the mountain still have no power several days after the storm (in fact, we let one farmer friend park a chest freezer in our barn so he wouldn't lose his whole winter meat storage). It's nice to live rural . . . but not too rural. We are close enough to town that we rarely lose power for more than an hour or two.
The kids got out of school for two days and took full advantage. They've already been skiing a half-dozen times, not counting all the cross-country skiing they've been doing in the field by the house. And sledding. And getting pulled behind the snowmobile.
Lucky for us, it turns out Indiana is a snow dog! She is as happy romping through the snow as she was swimming in the river. She just bounds through the deep powder with her ears flapping and her tail in the air. She comes in with huge snow balls stuck to her long fur. We stick her in the shower so we can melt them off her legs.
