In these parts, we really don't get snow. However, we do get snowballs. That is... when I knit them!
I knit this snowball out of disturbingly soft and fluffy yarn. You know the stuff -- it feels soooo fun to touch and hold and rub against your face? Orrr... is that just me?
Nah. I know that the person I made this snowball for (Hi, Jan!) feels the same way, so I may be crazy, but so is this snowball's owner, so it all works out.
Here's a picture of me holding the little guy so you can see that he's a pretty good sized snowball for throwing:
And here he is, looking out my dirty window at work at the big machinery parked outside (he's going through a pensive phase, I think):
No snow out there, buddy.