This morning as I head out to walk the dogs in the Big Snow, there was a large round lump across the street by the side of the road. I thought it was a shrub covered with snow and walked on. When I came back, I noticed two smaller lumps on the ground near it, and a girl examining it. She was looking disappointed. "I wonder if it was a snowman," I said. "It was a snowman last night," she replied.
I took the dogs in to dry them off and get them their breakfast, then pulled my snow pants and boots back on. "A-mending we will go!" I sang.
It was not just a matter of piling the smaller lumps back on top. They needed to be plastered on with fresh snow. While I worked I got to say howdy to a mom taking her 4-year-old to the park to ski down the tiny bunny slope. And at the same time, a neighbor popped out of his house to bring a carrot and two rocks, just in case I needed them. I DID need them!
Mr. Snowman is back! He's huge! As tall as a man! And now I get to look at him out my window, and watch the families stroll by and smile, take a picture with him. A lovely collaboration for this big snowy day!