Three sets of boots are nestled by the back door. They are dripping from a hard workout outside.
They have jumped over logs,
burrowed into the snow,
climbed up and down hills,
and stomped through water puddles.
Their shiny surfaces have been scuffed from the ice and tree branches, but they still beam. Who would have thought that one day could be so tiring?
Washington was hit heavy by a snow storm this past week. I have lived in this area for 18 years and have never seen this much snow. The boys were tickled to open their eyes to the sun peaking through the blinds. Both sets of feet pounded down the hallway before flying into my bed. Yes, it was a snow day and they couldn't wait to see what was waiting outside. 5 inches of white powder awaited them. Our green landscape was no longer cluttered with dead leaves. It was now painted to be a winter wonderland. Snowflakes clung to the trees, desperate to stay in the air for a few more moments. Ice sickles clung to the windowsills...their spiral pattern swirling to a point. The hills of snow were dotted by the bunnies who dashed from our dog this morning. It is a sight to behold.
I have never seen my boys hurry to get dressed before. All of our snow gear still resides in NH so layers were put on. Thankfully the rain boots were a newer purchase. Tags were torn off as wool socks nestled into their burrows. Pants were tucked in and feet bounded out the door. I've never seen a pair of boots have so much fun in one day.
They now have a permanent spot by our back door. Waiting for the green to disappear again under a sea of water or white fluff. We'll see what the weekend brings.