I remember when I was a kid - every day in winter seemed like a snowman day. As a parent of a kid, I find myself searching all day in winter for the very few perfect snowman days. I grab a handful on the way to the bus or out to the store, and most days the snow is too cold or too dry. But somedays, it is perfect, and on this day I was up early for my commute and phoned home to my family, insisting that they get outside (so I could live vicariously). Here was the result:
I don't know how clear this is, but this guy is lounging in our Adirondack chair!
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