Virginia can’t make up her mind. The flowers that have been blooming everywhere were covered in a thick blanket of snow yesterday. We took a proper snow day, not even attempting to follow routine. This is what happens when the biggest snow of the year happens on the second day of spring, when we thought our chances for this year were past. I sure can enjoy the snow more when I know it will certainly all be melted in a day or two and life will settle back into some sort of a normal rhythm. Snow days are fun, but awfully chaotic and drippy. They also seem to inject my little boys with an insane amount of energy. I think the only time Silas has sat still in the past few days was this morning when he asked me to teach him how to knit. I cast on a garter stitch dishcloth and he climbed in my lap. For the first row, I held his little hands and chanted with him, “In, around, through, off.” By the second row he started catching on and I let go. He stuck with it into the third row, and then was ready to head back out into the melting snow. I wonder if he’ll want to knit tomorrow?