Snow. I’ve said it before – snow is that beautiful white fluffy stuff that blankets your yard, makes the air crisp and silences unwanted clatter. It makes me feel home.
Other Atlantans disagree. Because things like this happen.
A hiccup. (Ben Gray/Atlanta Journal-Constitution/AP Photo) from http://abcnews.go.com/US/slideshow/southern-snow-storm-22280146
Which leads to this.
A gulp. (Ben Gray/Atlanta Journal-Constitution/AP Photo) from http://abcnews.go.com/US/slideshow/southern-snow-storm-22280146
And then this.
Reckless abandon. Like literal reckless abandon. (David Tulis/AP Photo) from http://www.cnn.com/2014/01/30/us/winter-weather/
Luckily I was at the house all day and could actually enjoy my home sweet home. However fleeting, it was a welcome sight.
We played. It was great.
Reagan, me and Guinness playing in the snow.
But most importantly, I made snowmen. I mean you have to make snowmen when there’s snow. It’s like an unwritten rule in the How To Live A Little Handbook. As an ode to Calvin and Hobbes, one of THE best comic strips of all time, I created these.
The Days Are Just Packed snow army… or rather snow army fail.
Of course mine were all big fat fails – except one little guy. One little guy made it work. For him, I am eternally grateful.
My Calvin and Hobbes lone survivor.
My sister made a snowman.
My sister’s snowman.
Her daughter, confused by the snowman. (she’s not alone)
I think we are both either way out of practice, or we have pretty disturbing childhood memories of how snowmen should look.
Regardless of what a pain it might seem, enjoy it folks. It won’t last long.
