Sometimes you just have to play. It’s been a very long winter and I keep thinking any day now it will feel like spring. A couple mornings ago we had another four inches of new snow. I shoveled the porches off before heading out to work – for the first time all winter, it was a wet heavy snow. The next thought that crossed my mind? Perfect snow for rolling a snowman. We’ve had snow on the ground for more than three months but never a snowman snow – temps have ranged from twenty above to twenty below. You can’t roll fluff!
If I’d left myself any time before work that morning, I would have made myself one, right then and there, silly or not. No time yesterday either – it’s my late night at work. But today? I work half a day on Friday, and today the sun is shining, the air temp is forty degrees, and the newest four inches is again perfect for rolling – at least, down as far as the ice crust it rests on.
So I couldn’t resist, and here’s proof. They say Baby Boomers are proving sixty is the new fifty – how about the new five, or seven? BTW the eyes and ragged smile are made out of remnants of last fall’s oak leaves, stuck on with small patches of wet snow.
Here’s hoping he doesn’t last long!