But it wasn't actually all that cold. I mean, obviously it was below freezing, but it wasn't too far below freezing. And Margaret has snow gear. So we went outside, and indulged in one of her favorite pastimes.
There was a certain amount of glee involved.
And some ordinary common-or-garden happiness.
And some surprise when she got a snowflake on her eyelash.
And then our swinging came to an abrupt halt when the snow from the branch on which the swing is tethered came off onto her head. She didn't cry, but she looked rather shocked, and I thought that she wouldn't stay happy with a load of snow down her collar.
So we went inside.
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