Snowman Fred

My dad died five years ago today at 84, almost 85. So up in Maine, my older sister made a snowman in his memory. It think it came out pretty well.







My sister couldn't use his old Greek fisherman's hat (although he was more often seen in his feed store hat). I've got it now.



I wrote some more about my father in this 2006 piece.

Pretending

I've enjoyed this winter, as I've written about before, but it gets to be around the middle of February, and when the equipment trucks leave for spring training in Florida, and I start thinking about flowers and gardening and warmer weather.

Today, Carolie and I went to Como Conservatory in St. Paul for a walk through the new Tropics area and a visit to the Flower Show.

Pass the seed catalog, please.