All that is left of our Christmas snowman is his eyes and mouth made out of coal, his celery nose and his arms. He entertained us through the winter but I can't say we are sorry to see him go.
Last Sunday as the warmth began to decend upon us here in the frozen tundra I found Isabelle working away on the little snow left in the shadow of our house (now long gone).
What is she doing?
Making soup in a rusty old firepit of course.
And loving every minute of it.
We have all been so much brighter and happier the past week. Here's to springtime in Minnesota. Is there any chance it will last?