Last weekend we had an impromptu sledding party with the neighbor kids.
I just happened to be hanging out with my nephew building a snowman in 50 degree weather, so it was perfect timing.
Impromptu is always perfect timing for me. Especially in the winter when the days can get sort of long without a project or a visit or two from the neighbors.
We gotta stick together around here.
Stick together and then, you know, let small children push us down an icy hill into a quickly melting crick below.
It was fun watching my friends’ kids playing on the same hill where we used to play, sliding down with their dads, squealing the same kind of screams, laughing the same kind of laughs and pushing it to the limit they way we used to, you know, trying to see how many could actually fit on a sled at once without crashing into a pile of tears and bloody noses at the bottom.
Soaking wet mittens,
Negotiated rides back up the hill…
It was the best way to spend a winter afternoon out here in the middle of all this snowy hills.
It was just like old times.
Coming Home: Sledding quickly into the life we imagined
by Jessie Veeder