Here it is, the big snow we have been waiting for.Our drought-ridden county has 6 to 9 inches of snow forecasted. As much as we hear the usual, "I'll believe it when I see it," you can see the sparkle in people's eyes. Giddiness! My husband moves cows to a field with the newly built windbreak offering the best protection. He gets feed ready and locks up another set of cows. Plans are made for what will be done if the snow comes in from the east, if its wet snow, icy, sleet. All variables are being taken into account. He didn't even stop for lunch.  Too much to do!The county and its entities announce postponements and cancellations of meetings, events. Everyone sits on the edge of their seat waiting. I ran to the store to make sure I had all the supplies I needed for a fun day of indoor art. My husband gets the snow shovel from the garage, makes sure we have gas in our vehicles and gives me the cute lecture that I probably won't be able to go around town tomorrow with all the snow coming and then he gets to bed early.  The snow was supposed to begin falling around 8 p.m. At 9:30 pm, nothing. Facebook friends share their admittance to looking out the window every 30 minutes. No one is saying it but I am feeling it. What if it doesn't come?  So during these cold windy days, my daughter and I spend a lot of time indoors. What that means is I have to face another fear I have - Arts and Crafts!I am not crafty. And I don't mean, "Oh my quilts just don't turn out right." No!  I am not, not crafty! I am the uncrafty! I had a D in art class in 7th grade but received a B because there was a girl with the same last name in my class and the teacher mixed up the grades.  But lately in the cold of winter, my options are limited to a lot of indoor time. Yes we go out, we go for short walks, drive to gymnastics, and visit the library. But as any mom will tell you, there is a lot of time to fill in the day. So I finally started doing some crafts. Craft is defined as an activity involving skill in making things by hand. Maybe craft is a strong word. Projects? Art? Art is defined as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. Yes, let's go with art!Today we did a shaken heart box. We simply taped paper hearts into a box and added some globs of paint and a few washable toys. Mia shook it hard and tada! We had painted hearts. She didn't seem to enjoy it very much but I did. However, when I gave her the washable paint, construction paper and let her go to town. Wow - she had fun.Last week I put shaving cream in a bowl and let her play on the shower doors. Can't believe how much she enjoyed that. Next time I will add some food coloring.Once we put baking soda in a bowl and added vinegar and food coloring. Another time I took hair gel, food coloring and some tiny foam stickers. I mixed it all in a ziploc bag and taped the top. Pure glee!!For days we will be indoors, I am planning at least one craft, ahem, art project a day. I am excited too. As I tend to be more focused on completing tasks, this is giving me the opportunity to explore my silly side. I think the best idea is to have a plan and let it go in whatever direction works for them.  However, I am going to bed with not a lick of snow on the ground and fear for the depression my husband and our community will fall into should this promise of snow fade away. Who is to say what tomorrow will bring?Now, it's 6:07 am Tuesday, and I sneak a peek out of the bedroom window. A mere skiff of snow has fallen in the night. My husband doesn't even open his eyes. He simply asks, "snow or no snow?"  I reply, "Some. Which is a lie in these parts. A skiff is not some. I add hopefully, "Maybe more will come later." He grunts The mood is depressing for breakfast this morning. He sighs, "I guess I can let the cows out."  I want to lighten the mood but I can't. I am sad as well. The wheat isn't looking good anyway and there was so much hope in the air. I check the Facebook friends statuses to see if they received anything. No. And the disappointment turns to frustration wondering how the meteorologists could be so wrong. But I look at my little one's smile and her tiny fingers and I remember the beauty of life.Snow is beginning to fall again. We shall see what the day holds. Michele Boy is a writer/photographer from Syracuse. Her husband, Heath Boy, is a dry-land farmer in northern Hamilton County. To read more about the Boy family's journeys, visit www.kansasagland.com.