Yesterday, while some folks in the country were scampering about in swimsuits—and possibly less—here in my corner of Montana, we were wading through nearly a foot of fresh, heavy snow. I woke in the morning to find pine trees transformed into snow ghosts. This particular snow proved perfect for making a snowman—more accurately, a snow-woman.
Technically, Desiree
undertook the project of making the snow-woman. I mostly sat inside, drinking
coffee, occasionally pressing my nose against the glass at my back door to
check on her progress. I did help by hoisting the midsection snowball.
I’m pleased that
Desiree has embraced our winter world. You’re not going to escape winter if you
live in Montana for any length of time.
Desiree named the
snow-woman Filipa.
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