How about a little lighter post today? 🐸 I did appreciate your comments of agreement from yesterday. It seems that there are so many folks out there who have opposing viewpoints, including some that I dearly love. Where are The Commander and Radical Betty and all of my strong feminist pro-choice aunts when I need them?

Anyway, when I first walked through the schoolyard this morning it was so dark I didn’t notice the big dirty snowballs. By the time I came back through, it was a lot closer to dawn and I could see them all over the place. Those kids must have had a great time at recess yesterday.

From the Wayback Musheen…

Once when we had snow like this when the beach urchins went to the school in our back yard, one of them came home from school in tears the next day. This disconcerted me at first. My kids NEVER cried about stuff that happened at school and ALMOST always handled whatever it was themselves. I didn’t want to be THAT mother and I think they sussed that. So what could POSSIBLY be wrong?

Oh dear. It was the “cute” snowballs she made at recess that afternoon. She didn’t have any way to carry them home (they were much smaller than the one in the pic, which is several feet in diameter, but still) and was worried that “people” might destroy them. “People” most likely meaning “others who are not girls”.

All right, that was an easy problem to fix. Sugar (neon pink plastic sled) and Jealousy (neon green plastic sled) were grazing on the front porch. They had nice bowls of warm water to drink and everything. I saddled up Sugar and we went over to the schoolyard and rescued the snowballs. They lived out their lives pastured in the front yard, slowly melting with dignity.

We chose this house all those years ago in part because our yet-to-be-born kids would be easily able to walk to elementary school. It occurs to me just now that if getting to school had required a car or bus, this story would not have had a happy ending.

P.S. Sugar and Jealousy still live here and a couple years ago (pre COVID) a nest of baby Henrys (rabbits) was born under Sugar.

One Response to “Snowballs”

  1. Margaret Says:

    That’s a very nice story! We had one red saucer but it had no name.