MyThreeDaughters

See that snowman? He may look impressive, but he’s a Virginia snowman. Which means, he’s like six inches tall.
I came across him while walking into the Sentence Factory yesterday. Someone made him (I say “him,” but I don’t know. I didn’t check) and put him on top of the garbage can on the way in.
I took this pic with my cell phone. You can see there, one of his eyes fell off and rolled down in front.
Little mini-Frosty there is a symbol of winters in coastal Virginia. Minimalist.
The poor girls have no idea, having lived here all their lives. They see snow covering the trunk of a car, it’s the Blizzard of ’09.
They went out in the front yard yesterday morning and caught a few snowflakes on their tongues. Made a couple of snowballs and we threw them at each other.
Then Elizabeth proclaimed: “It’s freezing cold out here, I’m going inside.”
We followed.
With that, I’m willing to bet, winter here is just about over. Mini-Frosty there, he’ll be done by tomorrow.