Last night it started snowing in Belgium.
The snowfall came as a result of the storm that is said to be the strongest in 50 years time. But where we live, we have only seen a heavy snowfall. Snowfall of snow flakes the size of two euro coins.
Talvi means winter in Finnish
I am a winter´s child, born in the middle of the coldest winter. I love winter so much I couldn’t help but run outside at 11pm last night, just to enjoy the wonder of snow.
There I was, standing in the snowfall, sticking my tongue out, and enjoying the wet snow. Immediately, when there´s a snow cover, the landscape becomes quieter. Somehow, the snow absorbs the sounds, or at least this is how I have always experienced it.
Finally, I went inside hoping that the snow would stick until the morning so my kids would be able to enjoy it as well.
And it stuck! It must have snowed all through the night to have the snow stick even if the temperatures stayed above freezing.
And boy did my kids enjoy it! Especially the smallest one for whom this was the second contact with snow in his young life. He smelled the snow, and he tasted it. He walked in it, he crawled in it. He dug it. He made snowballs out of it. He smashed those. He threw the snow. He rolled in it and he made snow-angels in it.
And he had a fit when I dared to suggest that we go inside to have lunch.
After his nap, he wanted to go back out, especially, because it was snowing again. Luckily I have spare outdoor clothes, because the first outing´s clothes were completely drenched.
Same routine, now with bike included. After his nap, he wanted to go out yet again. And again, there was a fit when it was time to go in.
Though we have over 30 years between us, it seems that we feel the same way about outdoor play. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Luckily.