30 January 2010

One Snowy Day






A snow day in South Carolina.

From my experience thus far, that's a pretty rare treat.

And something worth celebrating.

It started as a small group - our family and Chris.

A little rolling in the snow. A little throwing of balls crafted from snow. A little sad snowman building. A little trekking through the snowy woods. A little grilled cheese and soup eating.

And then Walter sent a text warning us that a group of adventurers would be arriving shortly. And nearly immediately we looked out the window and saw a gang of pals approaching via foot on the driveway.

Our small group quickly leaped into a gathering.

A little game playing. A little caramel popcorn baking. A little hot cocoa drinking. A little snow sledding.

And then along the snowy driveway appeared a mini camp vehicle with good neighbors and friends.

Our gathering instantly morphed into a happening.

A little more game playing. A little pipe smoking. A lot more caramel popcorn eating. A little more sledding.

And finally the Demings showed up.

Our happening turned into a full-fledged shindig.

A lot more loud game playing. (Pit is an unreasonably loud game.) A lot of pizza eating. A little basketball watching.

You could call it Community.

And that would be true.

Or you could call it Life.

And that would be even better.

6 comments:

  1. warm fuzzies all over! A Snow Shindig is the best Shindig!

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  2. what's really funny about the pit picture is Walter's look of disgust in the background.

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  3. Oh, if we only has snow days in florida!!! I miss those days! Looks like a blast!!!! Glad to see all those fun snow shoes!!! Fun times! :) Enjoy! You guys live is such a fun place for that type of community!!! I LOVE IT!!!

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  4. ooh, i just remembered a very very very loud and noisful game night on some wednesday in fall or winter 2001 in Snow Creek Christian Church. i loved this evening. i loved this game. and i love the people around. :-)

    Marie

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  5. That was the Church.
    Except when Walter stabbed me with a shiv he made out of delicious homemade caramel corn.

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