Spring Snow

We woke up Thursday to a "Winter" Wonderland. We had been dumped on, seriously. I'm really ready to be warm now. I'm a little tired of sweatshirts, piles of blankets, pellets for the stove, and baking dinners all afternoon, just to add a little more warm to the house. I'm ready for some serious, warm, enduring sunshine. To add to the snow, there was wicked blowing wind all day long. On Friday, the kids didn't have school due to Parent/Teacher Conferences. It was billed as a clean-up day. The boys were responsible for the entire garage, since they had neglected to clean up after we worked over some seriously cool pinewood derby cars. {another post} Well, to clean up the garage properly, they had to move their little snow machine, which had been parked there to free up some trailer space for moving Lindsey and company. This turned out to be quite the "job" for the boys. They took turns riding on the snow machine while the other "cleaned up." When Emma realized what was going on outside, she was dressed in a matter of seconds and out the door. She wanted to ride the machine. Maybe I should have cared a little more that they were not attending to their responsibility, but I honestly think that this is the first time this "season" that we have had enough snow in the yard to properly run the little snow machine...and they were having a good time...and they were outside...and they were taking turns...and the garage was eventually restored to a more reasonable state. So, the point behind this whole story is that Emma came in the house, after having been outside for a good amount of time, just distraught...MOM, you HAVE to come see this...MOM, our TULIPS! She was frantic. I couldn't get my coat and shoes {and grab the camera} fast enough to satisfy her. She led me outside...OVER HERE...THIS WAY...COME ON, MOM.

This is what she wanted to show me: Tulips, daffodils, crocuses, and hyacinths covered in snow. {I didn't tell her this, but they had been COMPLETELY burried the day before}

I reassured Emma that they would still be ok, and that the snow would melt {WILL IT?}. And that our little flowers would survive the cold. They are tough. Then I saw this crocus. It looked like a dark hole in the snow, so I brushed away a little fingerfull of snow and realized that it was a little purple flower.
Emma wanted to help. I thought her little mittened hand brushing away the snow from the little fragile flower {which was damaged a little more by the caring hand than the unforgiving weather} was just so sweet. It was a sweet gesture, and a clear indication of her nurturing personality.