It started snowing yesterday evening and continued, off and on, until late morning. By the end of it we had about 10 centimetres of snow.

Snow in winter is no big deal, of course – in Stockholm, that is. But after 7 snowless years in London, Eric and I were both all gosh and wow over this. Fresh new snow is very pretty, after all, especially in a garden.

Ingrid had never seen snow before, other than in books. First we looked at it through the window. Then she wanted to go out, but refused clothes. Poked the snow outside our front door with a finger, then stepped on it with her bare feet. Changed her mind 10 seconds later and came in crying. After that she accepted one layer of clothes, plus boots, and enjoyed the snow a lot.