March 2025 SOLC–Day 25
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Friday:
It was a rainy, raw day and we spent both recesses inside, a rare thing indeed. As we were cleaning up from lunch recess, a student shouted, “Hey! It’s snowing!” A tidal wave of kids rushed to the windows to watch, oohing and aahing over the sight. Even in Maine, where snow is a frequent occurrence, the wonder of it never ceases. 

We returned from lunch to even larger flakes tumbling from leaden skies. Big clumps of snow exerting another large gravitational pull to the windows.

“Those aren’t snowflakes! They’re snowpuffs!” L declared. A few students giggled.

“Yeah! Snowpuffs!” they repeated. 

“The snowpuffs descended to heaven,” L stated dramatically. He’s not one to play with words, so this was an unexpected, if a little confusing, delight.  

His peers were certainly impressed with his wordplay.

Saturday:

Walking in the yard, listening to the birds, I stumbled upon a purple jubilation of crocuses in the front garden. A burst of glorious color.  I knelt to admire them, my heart lifting. A small moment of promise and hope.

Sunday:

The day dawned fair and bright. It was so lovely that the winds came out to play, tossing the trees about and sending clouds scudding across the skies. “Feels-like” temperatures feel into the teens….along with my inclination to go for a hike.

Monday:

The day began with worry. Would there be a snow day? An early release? They were calling for snow to begin in the late morning. Would we be able to go on our field trip? 

Happily, the weather cooperated (at least momentarily), and we did manage to squeak in the trip to see a top-notch production of “A Year with Frog and Toad”. 

After we returned to school, the flakes began to fall almost immediately . By the end of the day, all after school events, including the first night of Parent Teacher conferences, had been cancelled. The drive home was white-knuckled and extended.

I later learned that two of our school buses were involved in accidents. Thankfully no one was injured, but I’m sure there were some seriously frightened students. 

Spring in Maine is quite an adventure. Who knows what today will bring!