We are in the deep freeze. That means it's cold out. It also means we stay in. No making snowmen today. No venturing out to take pictures in the park. No orchard walks. It is winter like I remember when I was a little girl. We used to brave the arctic winds and then be compelled to find refuge by crawling under the bottom boughs of a neighbor's pine tree. They didn't typically provide much protection as there wasn't much room to really crawl under enough to take cover. We sit there for a few minutes, then crawl back out, and head for cover of another kind, usually home.
I did venture out to gather up my snowman accessories before they blew across the county. "Mr. Mustache" was missing his ball cap and I was afraid it might be all the way down in the drainage ditch or somewhere out in the the orchard. In actuality it had fallen down by his feet, which, by the way, do not exist.
I am saddened by the fact that my little troop of snow people has deteriorated so quickly, but friends are only around temporarily and I must accept that sad fact. I must gather ideas for if and when it ever warms up enough to build more snow people. I wonder where my Calvin and Hobbes books are...
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