Snow!!

I know, I know, snow isn’t that big a deal……… unless you are me – a 35 year old women who has never seen snow falling before.

My only occasions to have seen snow were mum showing us a mat covered in icy stuff that frankly looked like someone had tipped over the remains of shaved ice from an esky and dirty piles of leftover white stuff on the side of the road on our way through the mountains one time.

Sunday was the first time I had seen snow falling. It was the first time I had stood in snow falling. It was the first time I had been in a vehicle driving over fresh snow. It was the first time I had seen with my own eyes a snow covered field. The images on the telly do not do it justice.

It was so pretty! And I was completely captivated!

My husband of course, was pissing himself laughing at me running around at our first stop in winds strong enough to push me over trying to catch snow on my scarf to take photos for the kids!

But he soon became caught up in my enthusiasm over my new experience and was pulling up for me to wind down my window and stick my hands out or pointing out shots he thought I should take photos of or whatnot too.

We don’t get snow locally you see. It gets cold enough to snow, but at a mere 294m, our town is simply too low. Frost, fog, mini tornadoes, gale force winds, heat waves, hail, flood, drought, we get many other weather phenomena, but not snow. And our family tended to spend holidays at the beach or in warmer climates when I was a kid.

Next challenge is to take the kids to see snow before they are 35!