Call Mr. Plow, that’s my name! That name again is Mr. Plow.
– Homer Simpson
It snows here. That’s a given. But this month has been a little ridiculous. It is pretty.
But still ridiculous!
As the winter wears on, it can bring on some serious cabin fever.
We received over four inches of snow overnight and this morning, so this afternoon, it was time to dig out. One of the things I love about winter here (and there aren’t many!) is that snow management is a community event. After a big snowfall, everyone emerges about the same time, armed with roof rakes, snow blowers, and other implements of destruction. There’s a lot of friendly chitchat and shared mock exasperation at the season. People help each other free their cars while their kids run around making snow angels. Digging out is one of the warmest traditions in this very cold place.
That warm feeling lasts right up until the plow comes during the night and deposits a wall of ice at the end of the driveway. Yay, winter.