The death of Snowman

Snowman

This winter is relentless there’s no other word to describe that. Record low temperatures compare to 1950’s and some provinces under blizzard warnings with tons of snow predicted.

 Justin pretends to get ready for playtime in the backyard. He puts on his hat, boots and jacket and says outside.  The toddler knows when fantasy changes into parental reality. 

Spells of snow change into seasonal rain and the wind slams the wet against the glass door leading to the patio.   The takes off the outdoor gear, puts the boots and hat on the rack and returns to his toy car friends. Mommy is busy with Emily and a two-week-old baby can’t weather the cold.

The rays of sunshine stir him to spring activity. Oh hi sun! Elated Justin puts on the hat, jacket and boots runs to the glass door. Outside. The ice is a slippery patches of grass muddy. Snowman turned into a block of melting debris the carrot nose withered and the prune eyes eroded downwards. He pulls out the nose and eyes put that into a pail. Above him ducks in flight bring a quack cure. Soon they will take the yellow breed for a swim on the nearby pond. He sinks onto his knees rakes the crystals with a spade. A smile breaks on his face. Happy, happy.

Pancake call. Wet and cold Justin holds onto the rails climbs back the slippery stairs  towards the glass patio door.

Before he enters he turns around and waves.

Bye-bye Snowman.

He takes off the winter boots, hat and jacket puts them back on the rack.

Justin home - happy.

He knows how to word his joy.

The next time around the grass might have a greenish shade.