I think I mentioned yesterday that winter has arrived in the Mohawk Valley (too lazy to look at yesterday’s post and remind myself; what do you want from me on a Monday?). We woke up to a winter wonderland this morning. Mostly I wondered why I was out shoveling my driveway at 5 a.m. instead of hiring some guy with a snowplow attachment or owning a snowblower. Full disclosure: we have my father’s old snowblower, but we have never been able to get it started.
I don’t mind the shoveling so much, really. Most of the time it is a mere matter of pushing fluffy stuff around. This morning things were a little heavier, especially where the street plow had filled us in. Steven helped then spent a great deal more time shoveling while I was at work.
Further disclosure: after I went to bed early, as I like to do on a Sunday, I heard a neighbor snowblowing. I wondered if I shouldn’t get up and take a layer off my own driveway. Of course I was too comfortable. This morning I questioned my choice, but obviously it was to late. What do I always say about not indulging in regrets? I kept shoveling.
When I got home after work, I grabbed my Tablet to get a few pictures of the snow, to dress up my blog post. First I took the above shot. Then I wanted to get one of the remains of the Brown-Eyed Susans. I love the look of dried plants against the snow. Unfortunately I was not able to zoom in (I am SO unhandy at these things!).
I like to have three pictures and at last decided on one of Frankentree.
By this time it was snowing on my Tablet. I know it is not good to get devices wet, so I retreated back to the house. So, three pictures, over 300 words. I call that an OK post for a Monday. Tune in tomorrow, to see if I manage to go running in the snow. After all, it won’t be that long till this blog goes All Reindeer Run All The Time.