Last year we only had . . . what? One day of a dusting of snow? Tarquin doesn’t really remember snow, and so last night’s snowfall was so exciting to him.
They’re out there now playing; quick post then I’ll run up and make Clara and Gareth some hot chocolate – the little girls are safe for apple juice and cinnamon, so I’ll heat some of that for them. And Tarquin? Well, since his entire diet is Neocate, warmed, guess that’s what he’ll have, eh?
And out the window toward the neighbors: