Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl , we’ll drink to thee.
Yesterday was a busy day –
The Three Wise Men finally made it to the Nativity, after their long journey across the living room.
There was LOTS of snow –
about 4″ in 3 hours on Tuesday night, and we woke up yesterday morning to two(!) igloos made by some of the students who live in the close. Some of them had been working on the large one (big enough to stand up inside) till 4am! Amazing work, and didn’t even make a dent of the amount of snow that had fallen.
FB got his first opportunity to experience snow, since he was about 4 months old when it snowed here last year. He had lots of fun, but it was hard work since the snow was consistantly past his knees.
When it got dark we went to Wasail our allotments. We’re very hopeful that the growing year is going to go really well. (It already is – onions are sprouting, and hopefully – underneath all that snow – the broadbeans are still 3″ high and strong.)
On the right hand side of this picture you can see our tiny orchard which was sang to, and where we scattered left over pitta bread from lunch. 🙂
I have high hopes that this will be a new family tradition, and love that we will be talking about the snowy first year for years to come.
There was a bit of struggling in the snow…
And then we went home to eat stew and the final pieces of our giant mince pie.
(W was there too! But he took all the photos. 🙂