"I have found your army of snowmen," wrote Scott, "and it is here." It may or may not be 10,000 snowmen, but I think the 24 or so that I made over the past couple of years brings it pretty close. Thus ends the quest for the snowman army, which, according to ancient legends, would signify an era of peace and joy and personal responsibility. Huzzah! Long live the snowmen!
In other news, I fell down yesterday while walking in a parking lot. Trippd over a wood plank on the ground and down I went. Skinned both knees, got a nasty bruise and have been gingerly tottering like a penguin all day.
Tonight I doddered down to the garden to have a look and within minutes found myself first leaning, then stretching, then crouching among the plants, weeding and inspecting. These days, the garden has blooming violets, trilliums and poppies, and lots of so-far-unknowns.
I'm indoors again, feeling a little sore and scabby, and am marvelling at the curative effects of outdoor therapy (also known as mucking about in the garden).
