It does not seem to ever stop snowing, and I can see my husbands biceps growing by the hour because of all the snow he keeps shoveling. He skips out every morning and spends two hours clearing the way for us, the animals, the hay, everything. Meanwhile, I'm inside with the kids drinking coffee and keeping the fire lit. Important work too, you know!
The kids are loving this weather though, and Ronja especially, because finally she can ski again. The other morning when going to school, she put her skis on (cross country), and virtually flew down the hills. She's so good at it! I wouldn't have lasted a meter before I'd show off an elegant crash landing.
Freja generally prefers lying in a big pile of the snow, munching away on it (not caring one bit about the typical parental warnings about getting worms in your tummy and such), and Falk loves sleeping outside in his pram, in this cotton-like world.
It's quite nice, in its own idiosyncratic way, this winter of ours.
