95 degrees and one foot of snow...

And I mean exactly one foot of snow...period.

Several years ago "Great John" and Aunt Linda sent us snow for Christmas.  I don't know why we never used it.  Anyway, the other day I was cleaning out closets and found the box of snow.  In my freakishly determined state of mind to "clear the clutter" -- I put the box aside.  It was not in the trash pile.  It was not in the keep pile.  It was just set aside by itself.  After I threw out the junk and carefully reorganized the few items that made the final cut...I came back to the box of snow.  This could be really fun, I thought.

So last night, after the sun began to set and the heat let up just a tiny bit...we took the box and headed outside.  The directions read:  Add one scoop of snow powder to cup and fill with water, then watch the snow fluff up.  After reminding the kids not to eat the snow....poof!  We had a foot of snow!

Finley wasn't too sure at first...thank goodness she was wearing boots.

It didn't take her long to start playing...

Hot rosey cheeks, sweaty foreheads....and snow!!

What a fun thing to play with in the middle of summer!  Feel it squish between your fingers...toss a handful in the air...get a little messy....just don't eat it...snow.