We’re getting a little hint of springtime where I live. The wind still blows cold but the sun’s been shining and temperatures are above freezing. There’s still snow on the ground, but it’s sticky and wet.
Husby made a present for me with the sticky, wet snow. I looked out the patio door and saw this:
He stood on the deck with his crooked willow arms and shy smile looking into the window of the sliding door. At about one-and-a-half feet tall he was the cutest, most petite snowman I’d ever seen and made he me laugh every time I passed and looked out.
Alas, by the next day the sun kept shining and the temperature was determined to reach forty. By mid-day the eyes of my little snow friend had popped out and all that remained of his happy smile was an indentation in his icy head. And because the wind was strong and the sun was warm his icy neck melted and his head hung at an odd angle. I felt sad pity for him, but his faceless, lopsided self gave me the message that spring is on its way.
I hope little snowman’s demise isn’t in vain.
Auntie B's Wax 