We woke this morning to snow on the ground. It fell in squalls as we readied for the day. It was snowing when we walked out to meet the bus. It was snowing when I took my son to school. It snowed so hard and so fast, in fact, that not only was it difficult to see but it was difficult to drive.
Halfway through our ten-mile drive, we had to turn around. First, we stopped because everyone one else had stopped. Then everyone else turned around. We were at the steep hill and, having slipped a few times, and having seen others slip, I thought it would be prudent to follow the crowd.
I am glad we did. Cars were sliding all over the place. It was treacherous. I watched a few near accidents as we took the long way. We were late but unsmashed. Eventually, after leaving him to learn about stars, I stopped driving and got some work done.
It snowed throughout the day, sometimes quite heavily. It was what my daughter called “a kind of small blizzard” when the bus dropped her off in the afternoon. As it got dark she went outside with her mother and brother to sled on the thin snow that had gathered on the hill. It wasn’t much but they managed to slide down anyway.
Drivers will be more cautious now. Road crews will get out faster. The first blast of snow seems to always get everyone in gear for winter driving. That first blast was today. It was beautiful all day. I look forward to more.