While it continues to be summer Down Under, here in the Great White North, things have actually been white, in an offandon kind of way. A couple of weeks ago, we were all praying and sitting on the edge of our seats as we received repeated - but poorly timed - snowfalls. But alas, no glorious snow day.
To have a valid snow day, the snow must begin in the middle of the night and continue at least until the start of morning rush hour. The roads need to be just slippery enough to make the school neighbourhood treacherous. (It actually doesn't take much to do that!)
And then, yesterday, I woke up to a vigorous snowfall. It was sticking beautifully to the street and seemed wet enough to be really slippery. The view from my kitchen window showed the neighbour's black roof covered in a pretty white blanket.
But unfortunately, it was Saturday and didn't matter. No school...
And predictably, within a short time, the wet snow changed to rain and washed away all the accumulation.
When will we have a snow day again???