The weather people spent several days predicting a snowmageddon for central Arkansas and Abby went into overdrive in anticipation of the gloriousness she was sure was coming. At one point she said, “I can’t wait. We’re going to wear mittens and have snowball fights and drink hot chocolate.” The snow finally began coming down Sunday afternoon and it was better than Christmas.
We eventually grew tired of playing in the snow and left Abby out on the back deck to make snow angels by herself. She started throwing snowballs at us as we watched through the back door. She was disgusted at our wussiness.
She finally got cold enough to want to come inside and we had our hot chocolate.
It was the perfect snowfall, four or five inches of pure snow. No sleet or freezing rain, which is rare for us, and the roads remained driveable. The next morning we loaded up and took Gina to work and Abby and I headed out to see what a snow-capped Pinnacle Mountain looks like.
Unfortunately the snowy cap of the mountain was lost in the clouds. So we headed to the park’s overlook of the Arkansas River, a great place to check out the weather.
Unfortunately, I failed to buy a sled early in the week. The street in front of our house is a perfect sled run, not too steep but nice and long. On our way home from the mountain we stopped at several stores looking for a sled, but to no avail. They were all sold out. I vow on the life of my beautiful front-pocket wallet to never be caught without a sled again.
So we settled for building a snowman, but the snow was too perfect, so dry and powdery I couldn’t get a good snowball going. I finally got one rolling, but it just went pieces on me. Oh well, she got to make a snowman last year. Abby picked up the resulting snow chunks and threw them at me.
The squirrels eventually found the bird seed I put out on the deck before the snow hit and buried it.