We walked home today in the snow, and later in the afternoon it started snowing again, this time in such a way that it stayed on the grass and the vege garden for a while. Big, fat snowflakes. All coming down at once. Rata was more interested in this stale bun she had claimed earlier. But seriously Rata, it NEVER snows in Paekakariki. Enjoy it while you can! (It also never snows in Wellingon City – well, this storm showed them…)
We stayed outside for ten minutes, and then the novelty wore off. In other words, all that lovely snow we had accumulated on our clothes melted and we were sopping wet! My mum knitted that pink hat. She was quite pleased to see it being rocked by a third generation.