If there’s one thing you can count on in the Netherlands is the fact that the weather here can be predictably unpredictable.
Sometimes cloudy; sunny if you are lucky, other times rainy and recently mostly foggy with lots of wind. Like the last time we experienced the biting winter in Holland 4 years ago, snow is possible, but not always a common occurrence. That is if it ever snows at all. Just don’t bet your life on it.
But those tiny balls of cotton came by last weekend. It snowed for only a few hours in the night but that few hours were enough to (dis)colour the pavements in our neighbourhood. I don’t think we were expecting snow that day.
Just like that, the streets were transformed and littered with powdery whites till the next day.
If the kids were home that night, I’d wake them up. But they weren’t as they just happened to be at their grandparents’ that day. Bummer that, for I would love to watch the expressions on their faces as they witnessed their first snow.
The crystallised confetti of nature lasted long enough for the kids to play when they got home the next day. Even the cats were amused!
My heart swelled as I watched them revel in the wonder of nature. It was cold but they had a blast playing outside with whatever leftover snow they could get their hands and paws on.
They, the kids that is, amused themselves to make minuscule snowballs and laughed to their hearts’ contents as their little feet crunched through the melting white crystals. They had no care in the world and enjoyed every minute of it.
The snow had all melted by now, but it’s looking like that we’ll be expecting snow again this weekend. The kids will be thrilled! And this time, I’ll get to wake them up if it starts snowing at night.
Oh yes, I will! Even if they are fast asleep as there’d be no way I wouldn’t.
Only because I want to see that precious look on their faces as they experience it with such innocence and I want to be able to still-frame that expressions I had miss the first time.