Keats turned eleven this week. We celebrated quietly at home (He’ll have a few friends over for cake this weekend.) Before opening his gifts, he requested his birthday crown, a good sign that he’s not too grown up yet. The day after his birthday he and I found ourselves driving downtown after an errand and decided to make a quick stop to walk the grounds at Kenmore. We were within an hour or so of the start of the impending big snowstorm and hoping to see the first flakes fly. We did see them. And then we scurried to the car, our frozen fingers thawing on the drive home. This morning there is a thick blanket of snow on the ground. A real snow day.
Waiting for the snow to fly
February 13, 2014