Up until then winter had been mostly absent, only occasionally being found as a dusting of snow in some shaded, small crevice on cold-ish mornings.
It's been very strange. Based upon the last few years, for our first winter in the new house we anticipated snow days and sledding and looking for animal tracks and hikes out to the chicken coop in knee-deep drifts.
But this year? Nada. Zip. Zilch.
February is usually our bruiser of a winter month, when big snows are accompanied by cold temperatures that make the white stuff last for weeks.
For February this year we got what was honestly our biggest snowfall event in the last 12 months: 2 inches.
It was so little there was no chance of a snow day being called for schools. The snow began to warm and drip during the day, and our poor girls had piano lessons after school and so didn't have an honest chance to play in the snow until seven o'clock that night.
Quickly they made snowballs for throwing and feeding to the dogs and then this little gem:
Yoda-sized for easy portability.
They called him Sir George and made his eyes out of walnuts. Because there was such little snow he had bits of grass and leaves mottled into his being. Not a bad creation, considering what they were given.
Of course, with our typical Kansas weather poor Sir George didn't last 24 hours.
I guess he sums up our winter this year quite well: blink and you might miss it.