I remember so well rushing outside to make a snowman
grabbing mittens and a warm coat and boots
finding..pieces of charcoal from the garage
..stealing a carrot from the icebox (remember when it was called that?)
this..was frowned upon by my frugal mother..but we did it anyway
Finding sticks to make his arms was difficult..not too many trees around and the ones
that were around were trimmed up quite high..but somehow we found arms
and the hat. Hmmm? had to have a hat...usually we had to settle for a homemade knit hat
that we found in the back of the closet...
and the scarf...usually my brother would take mine....sacrifice he called it..for the common good
Boy, he was a bossy one
I remember having so much fun rolling snowballs until they formed the perfect parts of the man
Yes it was a sought after activity.....but when was the last time I made one.....'85-86?
Ah, the art of making snowmen...I think it is a dying art......:(
But I grew up with Frosty the Snowman..and he will forever live in my heart...
and I think if it snows the good packing kind of snow for Christmas..I shall make a snowman
and use my husband's cashmere scarf
what fun it will be!
