On December 29, it snowed. You may remember this snowfall as it was very, very wet. With my youngest obsessed with Olaf from Frozen, my daughter was determined to make him a snowman.
I helped her make a soaking wet snowman and snapped the photo below. The next day, it got awfully cold, and this snowman turned to rock solid ice.
Somehow, this ice snowman survived longer than any other snowman in the neighbourhood. Even during unseasonably warm January days Michelle's snowman held on. Her snowman very well may be the last surviving snowman in the city of Toronto.
I took the photo below yesterday. There's no way Michelle's snowman will survive tomorrow's high of 14°C.
Farewell, snowman. You'll be missed.