Poor Mr. Snowman And Other Thoughts

My sweetheart and I traveled to Washington State on Friday to attend the district conference for our church. The conference was great and we had a wonderful time with friends old and new. I had hoped to walk around the beautiful conference center and bring back some photos but that part of the Pacific Northwest had more snow than we did at home and it was cold. Bitterly cold. The sidewalks had been cleared and de-iced but the side paths through the forest and along the shores of the lake were covered with snow. I decided not to venture very far into the cold or off the cleared-off sidewalks. Our room in the lodge had a lovely view of the lake so I wandered outside just a bit to capture the afternoon sunshine on the lake.

Someone braved the snow and ice and walked down to the dock. They left footprints all the way.

Do you see what I see? A yellow slide. My favorite color – but, no, I was not tempted to get closer. And I certainly didn’t think of giving it a try. No, not me!

Someone had built a seven-foot-tall snowamn near the sidewalk leading to the chapel. The weather was taking its toll and he seemed very tired.

My sweetheart decided to go over and keep him company!

Just before we left the conference center to head home we stopped to say farewell to our new friend. We were sure we wouldn’t see him again. At least no any time soon! He was so tired and we felt bad to leave him there all alone.

Once there was a snowman,
Who stood outside the door,
He wished that he could come inside,
And run about the floor.
He wished that he could warm himself,
Beside the fire, so red,
He wished that he could climb
Upon the big white bed.

So he called to the North Wind,
"Come and help me, pray,
For I'm completely frozen,
Standing here all day."
So the North Wind came along,
And blew him in the door,
And now there nothing left,
But a puddle on the floor!
-author unknown-

I’m home again – safe and warm – and grateful for the time away. Time to refresh my soul and spend time with friends. Old friends, new friends. Real friends. Snow friends.

Gratefully,
~Adrienne~