We had a dusting of snow on July 25th that was exciting and unexpected. (It last snowed in these parts in the 1920’s.) We were delighted and distracted by falling flakes but it was more of a spectacle on the surrounding hills than the winter wonderland that was yet to come.
On Sunday evening, August 14th we excitedly anticipated a big snowfall. This time I optimistically packed The Wolfs suitcase for his return to work in the big smoke, but this was a polar blast that had been predicted, perhaps enough for polar bears to have a blast in? Just before midnight we abandoned all hope and cancelled flights because the Rimutaka Hill Road would probably close. And, indeed it did, for days and days. (Well from Monday to Thursday.)
So, The Wolf temporarily declared himself Lord Snowed In, banished from work, trapped at home, bleating something about not being able to earn money and needing food parcels sent from afar. That’s when he pulled on his hat and gloves and began yelling “let the wild snow rumpus begin.”