Happy shouts rang out in the neighborhood as Logan (8) and Bob lobbed snowballs at each other. My camera and I had a ringside view on our porch. One shot shows both father and son with their arms drawn back, ready to hurl packed balls. At different times, both hit their targets.
When I started the video, I didn’t know the camera would record the end of the cold war. Bob stamped the snow off his shoes and walked to the car door. Logan followed suit, and that was the end of that.
I was happy to see the snow used. Most of the time we don’t get enough for sledding. The temperature finally dropped below freezing when the snow stopped. Conditions might have been ideal for building a snowman – wet snow that would have frozen solid overnight.
Mehrling Muse 
Our snow day fizzled. the trees were beautiful but the ground wasn’t covered.
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We thought our snow would fizzle, but the ground was covered. Hope you are happy with the lack of snow.
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I was. Just not looking forward to trudging through deep snow to check on my parents if the power goes of etc.
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That must have been fun. Well filmed. I hope his poor little fingers didn’t get chapped though.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Logan was really into that snowball fight. He ran to our yard to get more snow and slipped down the slope. As he jumped up, he was gathering more ammunition. I love his enthusiasm.
xxx Snow Man Hugs xxx
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Very pretty. We got a little more than you did and it’s still snowing although it should be over soon. Snow makes everything beautiful.
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I’m always torn. I want beautiful snow, but I don’t want people hurt by it. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to see the snow come down.
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HaHaHa! The end of the cold war. Watch a snowball fight is always fun until they realize you are watching and decide to gang up on you. I’d say you got lucky. LOL.
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I was close to my front door. Actually, I called out to them several times, but they either didn’t hear or were totally engrossed in their battle.
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love it! so fun. great post.
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Thank you, Noellie. Are you in a snowy area?
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Not heavy snow. Only on occasion do we get good playful snow anymore.
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Playful snow! I like that. Playful snow is the best.
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😎🤘
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Snow can be such fun! It’s the bitter cold that’s a bummer. Stay warm, but throw a snowball for me.
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I don’t remember the last time I made a snowball. It was probably with my children. I was never good at making a snowman, but I still have that yearning to create a meltable masterpiece. Are you likely to frolic in snow?
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I’ll walk in snow and shovel snow, but our property is hilly so any attempts at making a snowman are doomed by gravity.
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At least you have an excuse!
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You received the perfect amount of snow for fun. I loved to watch the action. Looks like they were having a great time. We received 17 inches yesterday through today, so we have more than enough for the rest of the winter 😊
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Our big storm was in November, I think. We had 12 inches of snow on the ground.
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Snowballs today – a snowman next time. Baby steps. 🙂
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I should plan on making a baby snowman.
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That’s the spirit!
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Brings back wonderful childhood memories of snowball fights and frozen snow forts. The only drawback now is just the thought of all that coldness makes my bones ache. At least the cold white resource wasn’t wasted.
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I remember being frozen while sledding when I was a child. In West Tennessee, town children did not have the proper clothes for really cold weather. Logan didn’t let our snow go to waste!
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Logan Shoots.
I look through the snow and see Logan grow. The lad reaches down and grabs some snow.
As Bob approaches and does the same, young man Logan improves his aim. He cocks real hard and ejects the snow, Bob ducks down and watches it go.
Hang in there young fellow, more white stuff will come and, before you know it, you’ll throw like a well aimed gun.
Was not long ago you were doing a puzzle, before long you’ll shoot like a well aimed muzzle. Keep your eye on the target and take up the slack, hit the target real square in the middle of the back.
Blam, Splat, you got it now, your a snowball throwing Blogging Pal.
the Rooster
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Delightful! I read this to John, and he laughed and said, “He’s something else.”
I’ll copy it and send it to Logan’s parents. They’ll get a real kick out of it.
Thank you for this very special comment.
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Shawn emailed me that she showed your poem to Bob, and he enjoyed it. She planned to show it to Logan when he got home from school. Logan is an excellent reader, and he could read it for himself, though she might read it to him.
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