Wishing upon a Snowflake

I found Bailey over at Cute Overload. I doubt we’ll be receiving any snow falls here  as lusciously deep as the one Bailey gets to frolic in, it would be awesome though hey?

We’ve had a few light  falls here over the last month. The first time it happened I almost missed it. It was Saturday morning and I’d been tossing and turning all night. Finally giving up on sleep around 7am, I dragged myself out of bed and into the lounge room for a bit of reading. A few hours later the Scientist rose, opened his eyes, looked out the window and exclaimed “Snow!”. Yup, I’d been up and about for hours but not bothered to glance out of a single one of the many windows in our apartment. Was I just tired, or incredibly lazy? I plead snoozy.

It didn’t take long and we’d wrapped ourselves up in as many layers as possible, grabbed the camera, and hurried outside to make the most of the snow before it all melted away. As I stepped out onto the footpath and heard the first delicious crunch of fresh snow underfoot I grinned and knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. It was like popping bubble wrap, a simple action creating a sharp sound, immediate and satisfying.

Down the street a few neighbourhood kids had pulled out some hockey nets and were slipping around on the thinly iced roads in their sneakers whacking at a hockey putt.  I don’t know what they thought of us as we ran around on the grass, posing for pictures in front of snow covered bushes and trees, the Scientist dancing ‘Singing in the Rain’ style around a lamp post, but we didn’t care. It was our first real snow experience here in Scotland and we were loving it.

I don’t mind the cold weather, it just means I get to wear my fluffy green coat and beanie.  I don’t mind the rain, and the hail. I just don’t understand the people who complain about it. The countryside looks like winter people! Real winter of the kind described in all the storybooks you read as a child.

Back home in Melbourne it gets colder in winter sure, the landscape does change, but not as obviously and with such conviction as it does here.  Whenever I’m down at the Post Office, or in the Milk Bar and someone starts up about how cold and wet it is, how miserable the weather, I’m just flabbergasted. It’s winter… in Scotland! What did you expect, sunshine and daisies?

Watch Bailey again. Now there’s someone who appreciates a real winter.