Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow (Jeff Valdez)
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather (John Ruskin)
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels (Author unknown)
It snowed overnight: we woke up to a wonderful white world outside. Ariél and I took Lily for her first ever walk in the snow. She didn’t quite know what to make of it first. She thought we had given her something white and crunchy to eat, so she was frantically trying to eat as much snow as she could. But soon gave up when she realised that she could not eat her way through a whole field of white cold, crunchy stuff. Her tongue probably got a bit cold too.
It was exhilarating walking in the snow, our walk was over an hour long and Lily just did not get tired. She was shivering a bit by the time we got home. After warming up a bit, we drove into town to the library and to the bank. In Queen’s Square there were some 6th formers ‘protesting’… we did not think much of their protest, as it was nothing like we are used in South Africa. There was a rabble of noise and some singing of lewd songs and sheering, but no toy-toying or rampaging or looting...It was a bit feeble! (hehe)
It was cold out, but rather fun to walk in the falling snow. We tried to catch some snowflakes on our tongues, but did not really manage to catch anything, other than funny looks from passersby.
I baked mince pies today! Mom sent me some of her home-made fruit mincemeat (with Ariél - she had it in her suitcase, desperately hoping it would not explode all over her clothing!) and I made pastry myself. They have come out rather nice, BUT not as nice as mom’s! I think the pastry was not rolled out thin enough. I will have to make my own mincemeat now and practice a few more times.
Ariél made the comment that it seems more Christmas-y here with the cold and snow. She is right; it does seem to be like the Christmases we grew up with in storybooks and on films…
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