There was a splendid snowman this morning in a field situated near the end of our hill. It was very tall, had some kind of a hat on its head, (I’m not sure if it was an actual hat) and a pair of twiggy branches for arms.
I watched a woman out in the deep snow with her dog; it playing around the snowman. Dog, of course, made its mark. The woman took one of the snowman’s twig arms to throw ‘catch’ for the dog. She saw me and attempted to call the dog to return with the ‘arm’; the dog would not, so owner went chasing after the dog! What a sight.
I think the snowman must have been constructed yesterday, as there were not any snow breaches where it would have been scooped up. There was a lot of snowfall overnight that would have covered up those signs. I determined to go back early afternoon to get some pictures of this fabulous snowman.
Imagine my disappointment when I returned to find no sign of the snowman. I scoured the field then saw that the snowman had been smashed into smithereens. It was not warm enough for the whole thing to have melted. There were lumps and balls and other clear evidence of where the snow sculpt had been.