We had our first real snow fall this past week, and like all first snow falls, it was lovely.
As I expected, it was so nice to sit at our dining room table and watch the snow fall and blanket all that we could see with white.
The kids and I bundled up and headed out side. First stop--take care of the animals and make sure they are doing OK. The goats looked especially sweet all fat and fluffy in the white snow.
Our neighbor's horses were close to the fence, watching us. We decided to go and pay them a visit too.
Then the kids couldn't wait any longer--we HAD to go sledding. Lucky for us, we have a hill in our back yard and didn't have to go anywhere but home! (The same hill we held our big water slide party on early this year.) The neighbor boys came over and everyone had a great time sledding down the hill and building a snow fort.
I love the change of seasons. Maybe it is the whole "variety is the spice of life thing," but I just think the changing of seasons brings so much newness. We are inside more now--I'm cooking more, the girls are bringing out toys they haven't played with in months, and it is just a nice change of pace. Even with being inside more, we spend time everyday outside, but now our activities are different--we hauled and chopped wood for the fire place, sledded instead of rode bikes, etc. I'm thankful for the seasons and for ability to enjoy them fully.