Last Thursday I overheard a bunch of old timers in the main street of Daylesford predicting snow for this Saturday. It was dark and it was mild, even a little bit warm at the time and they said that was a sign of snowy things to come.
Apparently the old timers are always right!
It was beautiful.
And then the girls ran in giggling with delight.
Its snowing! It's snowing!
And then the girls ran outside and jumped on the trampoline, and collected cup fulls, and caught snowflakes on their tongues and on their eyelashes and in their hair.
Of course we had to join them too.
We've lived here for 12 years and although we've had snow before, we've never seen anything like this. This was real, crunchy, heavy stuff. Thick enough to pull Pepper down the hill on a tarp-sled, plentiful enough for snow ball fights, cold enough to almost freeze my toes off.
We visited all the animals, we walked through the forest, we covered vegie beds and compost heaps and we smiled the whole way through. There's something so fresh and pure and wonderful about a snow covered farm.
It might snow again tomorrow. It might not.
I like that Mother Nature keeps her little secrets to surprise us.
I hope you are having a wonderful, magical weekend too.