Even after 9.5 years of living in New England, snow storms still amaze me. We just survived the second blizzard of winter this week. It’s unheard of around here but the kids had two consecutive snow days. For us it means indoor projects, lounging about, snow play, hot chocolate and sometimes pancakes. (Oh and for e it also means snow shoveling and snow blowing.) We have the blessings of warmth, food and shelter. Yes, there’s tons of snow outside–enough for the kids to make tunnels and caves–but we’re doing just fine.
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