Since we moved here, we have generally gotten no more than one snow day per year. Last year we got nothing, so the prospect of a polar vortex-derived snowstorm was the cause for great anticipation. On Friday morning, I woke to the sound of Greta slipping into our bed to announce, "It Snow't!" Unfortunately, what we ended up with was the remnant of some freezing rain that had resulted in a half inch of crystalline ground cover. Despite its lack of resemblance to actual snow, there was enough there for us to have a good time playing in it (even if snowpeople were out of the question).
The coverage on the trampoline -- which shattered into chunks as soon as Linus crawled onto it -- was extensive enough to provide a base for snow angels. Greta did her best, though she was very hesitant on the slippery surface.
Casper produced a creditable angel -- though it looks more like a dove in flight to me.
What's sadder: that this is the best snow day that Texas can provide, or that it's still enough for us to get so excited about?
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