Another must do is build a snowman. Our neighbors did a great job. They built snowmen. Normal looking ones with coal (or charcoal, or rocks based on availability) and vegetables used as facial features. How very Frosty-ish. You're half expecting one of them to jump up and exclaim "Happy Birthday!" Okay not really, but you get the point. They're normal looking snowmen for a general population not accustomed to building such creatures.

Like this one.

And this one.
This one.
Yes, even this one.
Now to our pristine yard. Remember it? I stepped gingerly around and took pictures of it for my own personal imaginary postcard, then went to take a short nap. I'm sick and must get plenty of healing rest. When I awoke I noticed the snowman haven our yard has become. All four boys (yes, even the tall 40-something one) took part in recreating the suburbia ranch neighborhood version of Attack of the Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons. Bill Watterson is considered a genius in our home, and his books are part of our Classic Literature collection.
So enjoy our lifelike recreation of his work as it transformed my lovely winterscape.





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