Silk Purse

Frosty the Yoga Man

Rolling into March it seems it would be nice if we could see a Crocus or Daffodil or two crack the soil around here. No such luck. The soil around here remains frozen. To add insult to injury we got dumped on with 3 or 4 inches of white stuff last week.

At a time when half the state is gone looking for a lounge chair by the pool somewhere warm, and the other half is here wishing they were looking for a lounge chair by the pool somewhere warm, it's hard to get too cheery about snowfall. We're pretty much ready for springtime showers and daffodils.

In spite of the winter blues, my neighbor gets the community morale award. Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there-- and just to prove the point he is, in fact, a State Farm guy. And so, when the snow fell and the schools closed and people stood around their kitchens with coffee cups in hand looking out the windows in quiet resignation to the fact it is still very much winter in these parts-- his family went out and built a snowman. Not your corn-cob pipe, button nose, and two eyes made out of coal variety either. No, the neighbors built a yoga man. I haven't seen it on the news or in the paper but I wouldn't be surprised. Cars are doing u-turns in front of our house as they do a double take, roll down their window, and snap a photo.

It may be small consolation, but we certainly couldn't enjoy such sculptural humor with daffodils poking up all over the place. Maybe next week, er month, for the daffodils.