Alas, poor Frosty, we scarcely knew him…

Yesterday evening, it was below freezing. Not long after midnight, it was in the fifties. (Fahrenheit.) This morning when I got up (which I should mention was at 7:30, not noon) it was 57. This was bad for snowmen.  Small snowmen, such as preschool kids might make on their own, didn’t survive. Slightly larger specimens now look like this. I can’t decide if it’s modern art or ancient ruins, but it definitely no longer looks like a snowman.