Yesterday, we had what the kids call "snowman snow"; wet and sticky. They built a snowman, went sledding, and had snowball fights, until Samuel started dropping giant snowballs off the deck onto Abriel and Anna. They came in soaked and crying, and had to have a warm bath.
Today, after the snow we received last night, everything was powdery, cold, and crunchy. The snowman's face had been obliterated. Samuel and Abriel tried to spruce it up, but found that even the hat was frozen to it.
They decided that today was a good snow ice-cream day, so Anna made a big batch after she had tended to the chickens.
I am trying to ignore the fact that snow ice-cream is just dirty ice crystals. I just hope she was really careful about where she got the snow. There's a lot of chicken poo around, hidden by the snow. Hazards of free-range chickens.