It is snowing

Yes, you read that right. It is snowing. I'm not sure why I am surprised after all I did plant some flowers and bulbs the other day. If you knew me you would know how out of character that is for me. The things I do for my kids. For weeks now K has been asking me about flowers and seeds and planting of various things. "When can we plant flowers Mommy?" has been the question most asked in our house even winning out over "Can I have more popcorn?". She was allowed to pick out a toy from the store for doing great in school and she picked out a watering can, a shovel and a rake. I realized that resistance was futile and I surrendered. 

So we went to the local nursery and picked out all kinds of bulbs and potted plants to plant in our garden and then hurried back home to plant them. Two broken nails and a few arguments later they were all in the ground and we happily surveyed our work. B was less than impressed but once he was allowed to handle the watering can he began to share our excitement. We have checked on our precious little plants and flowers several times a day, admiring our work and now it is snowing. Not just a few random little snowflakes here and there. No, it is snowing. Hard. The yard is covered in white and through them here and there we can see our poor little flowers trying to come through.

K is philosophical about it. "We'll plant new ones Mommy" she says and goes to find a bulb catalog to dream about what to plant next. We'll do it of course. I'll break a few more nails and loose what is left of my sanity but it will be worth it. Because the smile that spreads across her faces as she looks out on her flowers, her enthusiasm and passion for life, that is priceless.