Slow

Indulging after school on Friday with hot chocolate and waffles. 

Waking on Saturday morning to more snow. 

Marvelling at how deep the snow actually is (the photo on the left is of our kitchen door opening onto my frozen herb pots).

Braving the elements by walking up to the shops for supplies (bread, milk, CBeebies magazines, chocolate, wine). As we left the house, Bella said "Mummy, where are the steps? I can't see them." 

Drying our winter woolens on the radiator when we got home.

Changing the bedding...ooh, pink!

Moving my felt ball garland from the living room to the shelf in the bedroom and deciding I love it there. No, the novelty of a newly decorated room still has not worn off.

Eating penne with prawns and pancetta for a sofa supper on Saturday night, trays balanced on our knees in front of the tv.

Wearing two pairs of socks, every day, plus welly socks when I go out. Too much?

Attempting to make a pretty Easter coffee table arrangement while Angus interfered with my Easter coffee table arrangement.

Creating some Easter cards with Bella.

 Roasting a leg of lamb, then eating apple crumble for pudding.

The good thing about really heavy snow at the weekend, the sort of snow which forces everyone to cancel their plans and forget about driving anywhere, the sort of snow which has people chatting to strangers and neighbours alike, is that it forces you to slow down.* It gives you permission to relax and do, well, not nothing, but do less. All thoughts of spring are gone and it's all about hunkering down and being cosy. I uploaded all these photos in the order in which I took them. I wanted to give you a flavour of our weekend. It was a good weekend. A slow weekend. 

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* Not the good people who have to get to work though. They don't get to slow down.  It took John two and a half hours to make a thirty minute journey to work on Saturday morning.