Growing up in Florida I always thought all snow was the same.
Snow was snow.
...an enchanting, natural element used for snowball fights, building snowmen, and creating snow angels. That could not be further from the truth.
Here in our part of Alaska the snow is very dry. No matter how hard you try the snow refuses to pack together tightly to make the perfect snowball to lodge at your husband.
It simply falls apart... it reminds me of fake snow... almost like confetti snow.
Really it is not very much fun. The only thing you can do is make snow angels.
So we make A LOT of them.
However every once in awhile all the needed weather ingredients come together and we have a few days of wet, sticky snow! We have been blessed with this snow the last few days. So with Mike's building skills... Mr. Winky was born.
And then Mr. Winky was knocked down by two lil' hooligans
Who were determined to eat Mr. Winky's face. And yes that is a potato... a raw potato.
Bye Bye Mr. Winky. See you next winter.