The snow had frozen into ice so we couldn't even make snowballs. However, the frozen icy patches on top of pine straw by the pool was perfect for sledding.
The boys sledded for about 30 minutes, declared themselves cold and tired, and we went in for hot chocolate. No snow shoveling, no snow clean up. My perfect kind of snow.
Then of course Saturday was so warm we went to the park without coats. This is life in NC and I wouldn't have it any other way.
As the snow came down on Thursday night, I kept running to the front porch to check it out. Jon, having grown up in the tundra of North Dakota, was unimpressed, to say the least. My attitude? I will only hear and see snowfall a limited number of times for the rest of my life, so I want to enjoy each one. Again, as long as there is no shoveling or -40 wind chill involved.