It isn’t impossible that we will still get a big snow storm (we got snow in May last year, and frankly, if posting this jinxes us, I’d welcome it). But the birds are singing, the crocuses and paper whites have bloomed, and it’s light out when we wake up and when Dan gets home from work. Spring has unofficially come early to Vienna, and winter never really brought us snow this year.
We had a two small snows of 1-2 inches or less, and many days with snow showers or flurries. But the kids never got to go sledding, and the “Dachlawine!” signs never had to come out for the melting. We had, as always, plenty of cold and lots of gray skies, but, disappointingly, very little snow.
The only snow my boys really got to enjoy this year was a big snow we got in the US when we were home for Christmas (which inconveniently came the night before we were supposed to leave and resulted in an 8+ hour delay for our return flight home). At the time, I debated whether to let the boys go out and play in the snow — I was worried by how much laundry and packing of wet clothes I would be required to do afterwards. But I’m so glad I allowed the more fun part of my mind to rule. I’m so glad that they got two days of digging and playing in the snow, of snow angels and of shoveling the walk “to help the neighbors”. I’m glad they got to catch snowflakes on their tongues and toss snowballs at each other (and at us). If it was to be their only opportunity to play and enjoy the snow this winter, I am so very grateful that I didn’t allow worries over damp socks and soggy hats get in the way.