The World's Tiniest Snowman

It snowed here New Year's Day. Not that we saw any of it; it was gone by the time the kids and I got up and we had to rely on Chas for the info. But Chas said there was half an inch on his car that had to be removed before he drove off in the predawn darkness.

Smedley was furious that she missed it. So, after the laundry was tackled and the kitchen was cleaned for the third time and rooms were tidied, the girls and I set off with Grandma (my mom) in search of snow.

Driving west to the Coast Range foothills doesn't take long, and we rose with the road up out of the valley.



Smedley took this one with her new camera. If it were a clear day you could see all the way across the valley, past Orland and our ranch to the foothills of the Sierra-Cascades on the east side. But it was threatening to rain or snow -- the temperature hovered between 36 and 39 degrees, startlingly cold for the middle of the day in our flat California valley -- and we could see only cows and deer grazing. Which is okay.



Once we passed Black Butte Lake we began to see snow beside the road. These foothills have always been magical to me, in any weather.



There isn't any place to park along Newville Road so we headed for our favorite old cemetery. Times must have changed since we were last here, and not only was there no place to park there either, but the place was locked up.



So we parked in someone's driveway and played in the snow, such as it was.



The girls have never played in snow. I know! They've touched it only once before, in fact.



After making and throwing a few snowballs they settled in to the only activity possible, since snow angels were completely out of the question: making a snowman.



This is the world's tiniest snowman. Too small for the cookie we tried to feed him, apparently. I'm guessing whoever lives up that driveway was a little bit puzzled by him.

No snow this morning. There's always next year.

Comments

[MomZombie]

Even here in the land of never-ending snow and gray skies, we love our snow people. Snow men, women, cats and dogs all hold a special place in our hearts. I'm glad your girls got to build their very first Lilliputian snow man.
BTW, the pictures of where you live are beautiful. I will be in California later this month, but not near where you are, although judging by its beauty, I wish!

[Cactus Petunia]

Poor deprived little California children! I'm sure they'll talk about this for years to come!

(That snowman is really sweet, by the way)

[noe noe girl]

I'm with CBW- worlds greatest snowman!
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[Daryl]

Happy New Year!

[Rima]

Cutest.snowman. ever.

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

I think it's the world's greatest snowman.

He looks like he'd use those great big arms to swat anyone who came near his cookies, which I'd probably do.

Actually, that didn't come out right...I'm just saying that I'd grab those two cookies. Wait...oh, never mind.

Love these pictures.

[foolery]

Mantel Man, it was already nearly 3:00 p.m. What kinds of morons get stuck in the snow on a national holiday just before dusk? Oh, wait . . . never mind.

Howdy Faux! Yes, I know you love this road as much as I do. Happy New Year, my friend.

[faux]

oh you know that is my favorite road (and cemetery) in the entire world!

fabulous story and photies, lorlie, a simply fabulous addition to my very lazy sunday.

[Mantel Man]

Serves you right for driving west, silly. Shoulda driven northeast towards the cabin. They'd have so much snow that you could get stuck! Not that we would ever do such a thing; I'm just speaking hypothetically.

Great photos!