Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter lost his clothes
One of those nights when the wind turned mild
All he left on the cliffy rocks
Was a dripping beard and a pair of socks
(Mary Duncan)

where did it go?

this was so lovely. beyond words. and it led to this...

and of course, this...

(and fortunately this, thanks to Iris...!)

and a couple of projects reached completion, and went into the mail...

...or into a puppet show

all was just as it should be, but then...what is this?!

yes, you guessed it - MUD where the snow ought to be!
what's the story?
all that lovely new snow in Washington DC?
instead of Washington, Maine!!?
let's ask the man on the street (or rather the man on the lawn)
for his opinion:
! ~ exactly ~ !

there is one thing I can count on around here, and this is it: