I returned from work to be greeted by a snowman. One cannot complain about life when it still holds the promise of returning from your daily toils to find a fat man made of snow with a carrot for a nose. (Still one of my favourite jokes: 2 snowmen in a field - one says to the other "Can you smell carrots?"
I pointed out to my children (one and two respectively) that the snowman was an important metaphor for the fleeting nature of life: how we are all temporary visitors, and one day we will be gone. Like the snowman, our lives will have melted away: a brief memory in the minds of those who loved us, but in time, even that will be gone.
If we are lucky, we may leave our mark. A carrot and two lumps of coal on the Spring lawn.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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