January snowman...

Well, we had a little snow and, being who I am, I couldn't resist making a snowman at the front of the house. I collected the snow from parked cars and, whilst he was only two feet tall, I was quite pleased with the little chap sitting on the bench by the time he was finished. I think a couple of people were quite surprised to see this grown man in his late-fifties building a little snowman with not a sign of a child in sight. But then why would I want to grow up? It's what I do and who I am.

I didn't give him a name. But I did give him a carrot nose and a paintbrush in his hand. Perhaps I should call him Leonardo da Wintry.