the good old times seem to be on the return. the times when there was still real seasons, with distinct differences...
these days we keep hearing the word "snow chaos" on the radio, if there are more than 20 flurries per square meter on two consecutive days and the mercury drops near the dreaded ZERO. in ancient times thirty years ago these conditions stuck around for months at a time, but were simply called "winter", and no-one with only the most elementary spelling skills and a pocket calendar could possibly be surprised by them... but something must have happened between "then" and "now"... probably strawberries and tomatoes in january put us out of sync, somehow... ;)

be that as it may - since last night there is a visitor behind the house with the dragon cave: a loveably smirking pale-face who wanted to cast a closer look at our constantly growing dragon:
daddy has built a snowman. geniune, with all the bells and wistles: coal eyes and buttons, carrot nose, pot hat and - of course - vast amounts of sticky white snow. which - of course - had to be thoroughly tested prior to the delicate conjuring - by the one and only reliable testing method: a snowball fight. needless to say who won that. all i will say is: experience & big huge hands beat cunning & mobility... :) anyways, the dragon found that cool dude interesting enough to get a little closer. and next year, with a little luck, the three will join into the building... maybe we will even make a hole snow family! :)

until then, dear readers, dress in layers: onions against frostbite! :)