Tasmanian weather can be just so unpredictable - a bit of sunshine one day and a blanket of snow the next. I kid you not.
A couple of weekends ago, we left home to drop James half way up Mount Wellington so he could ride down the mountain with some friends. Shorts and sunshine at our house, thermals required with snow at the mountain - just twenty minutes from home.
Bella was beside herself with excitement on seeing the snow - remember that wonderful feeling of playing with snowballs when you were small? When I was little, we woke to snow covered trees and a pure white ground one winter, right in the middle of suburbia. Oh, the joy of it! I remember the thrill of building a backyard snowman with my friend and we were so happy that school had been cancelled for the entire day.
A few years ago it snowed in suburbia here too, school was closed and snow was thrown around in the back yard. Since that day, Bella declares at the start of every winter how she's hoping it will snow again. I guess one day it might, but until then she's pretty content with the odd mountain trip and the hope of making it to the ski slopes one year to see some 'real' snow.
I love days out with these two and I especially love this photo from our morning. I'm trying to take a photo and stop my camera from getting snowed upon - yelling out 'keep still, keep still' but Bella can't contain her excitement and starts walking towards me with a snowball in hand. Those unplanned and imperfect photos are often the ones we love the most though, aren't they?
Here's to a little bit (or a lot) of local snow this year.