Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake. -Robert Louis Stevenson What's the snow situation like where you live? Does the snow still feel magical or are you so over it at this point? We don't get snow very often, maybe once a year. And we veeery rarely get enough snow for sledding. So when the stars align to bring us a day of sledding and snowball fights in our own front yard, on a day that Daddy doesn't have to go to work? We cobble together as much winter gear as we can and spend every minute outside until the snow is too drippy and our toes are too frozen. We'd take shifts with the littlest ones inside and run handfuls of sopping mittens and socks through the drier. I'm still catching up on the laundry, I think every single pair of pants my kids own ended up soaked and muddy #snowydesert #homeschool #childhoodunplugged #wildandfree