Somebody poisoned the water hole!

This morning, while Cyndi and I were laying in bed, debating the merits of getting out of said bed, I heard a muffled “Cool!” followed a few minutes later by the creak of the back door and brief sounds of shoveling. During the last two snows, Arianna was bent on shoveling a path, one shovel wide, from the back door to the garage. I guess it’s the little things that count…

By the time we got back from church, there was still plenty of snow to shovel, and when we were done, Arianna began rolling up a snow man. It was good, wet, heavy snow, the kind which, when you roll up a snow man, leaves behind bare ground. Here’s the result: