JB came in from his walkies and let me know that poor Frosty had been blown right off the tree stump. It was secured with 3" screws, but the wood has rotted. Frosty lost his hat, as well. At least it wasn't a face plant!
I moved him to the bench, his hat beside him. It cracked, split and has fallen off. I think his day is done. I've repainted him several times.
We had 8 cm snow, which mostly melted. You can see the rodent trails from under the snow.
The frog pond sleeps.
Josee is off to band practice this morning. Cannot believe where the years go! Our beautiful girls.