Which means there are snowmen about, wearing scarves and with gnarled stick-arms.
There are also icicles and snow-covered wishing wells.
And the sound that the piles of snow make when I sweep them off the roof of my car is like pillows fluffing.
Unrelatedly, the nice man at the truck-rental place knocked a chunk of change off of the rental for my troubles (which are not too troubling at all, but which belong elsewhere, since this is the blog of happiness). So I saved $10.
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