"And when I start to melt, I get all wishy-washy!"

Frosty... you said it best.

Mr. Carrot Nose is shrinking into oblivion. When Jackson got home today, he raced over to repair Mr. Nose's eyes and limbs (HA!).

This tiny, 11" lump is all that remains of our winter snow, and of this season that is coming to an end. Saturday, we set our clocks ahead, and welcome the warm weather that will accompany the marking of this new time.

We say goodbye to our snowman, the first and only of the year. The winter that taunts us here in the south gave us a surprising gift, and it was you, snowman. It was you.

Farewell, Mr. Carrot Nose.
2009-2009

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. ~George Eliot