Snow has been falling steadily for almost a day now. At times it has been fluffy and soft, swirling around silently for hours. Other times it has been a sharp, tinkly sleet making music on the rooftop. Since we have neither snow shovel nor snow clothes, we have kept inside for the most part, eating doughnuts and watching old movies. After some brief reluctance this morning (she peed on our back deck rather than venture forth into the yard), Sydney has thoroughly enjoying romping around in the snow, diving in and out of snow drifts and splashing in the half frozen stream next to our house. Juniper has also been fascinated with the snow. We bundled her up in her warmest clothes and took her outside to catch some snowflakes. She was completely delighted. Every time I tried to bring her inside, she would cry and scream and squirm and point to the front yard. She has spent much of the afternoon with her nosed pressed against the window, marveling at the falling snow. Neighborhood kids have been sailing by on sleds and making snow angels in their yards. What a rare little treat.