We had some snow here in the Pacific Northwest the other day. We accumulated, like, a whole two inches or so but school was still called off for me (so grateful!) while Gigi was two hours late. Bradley, being the super kind and thoughtful Papa Bear who he is, heard there would be snow and quickly got our lawn snow ready by picking up dog droppings and mowing the grass one last time before handing it over to grandfather Winter.

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We ended up with a snowman who looked like he had stubble all over his body from the gras embedded in his every surface. It mattered not. After no snow last year, this snow was like magic. Today we have a little, one-inch slab of snow sitting in a field of blades of grass, surrounded by a carrot, some rocks and various other debris from the yard. Bradley the snowman has since been cannibalized into a million miniature, grassy snowballs (three of which are in our freezer) and all that remains are those little remnants. It matters not, though. How does the song go?
…He’ll be back again someday!

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