I fight the lawn all summer and the snow all winter. I often say I prefer the winter, because it MIGHT snow in the winter while the grass will DEFINITELY grow in the summer. Of course Mother Nature has to prove me wrong. There has been no maybe about snow this year; it snowed. While a neighbor has been very kind about snow-blowing my front walk and driveway on occasion, I feel I should take responsibility for my own home.
White on white hurts my eyes. Just to whine a little more, what a kvetch I am!
I remembered to take a couple of “before” pictures before I shoveled and pushed the snow this morning. We had not gotten all that much, but I thought it was well to stay caught up. Additionally, I need the exercise. I was delighted to find that the snow was the white, fluffy kind (see, I don’t just complain!). I started my car and brushed it off, then took on the driveway from the road on in.
The problem is there is not much space to put the snow I move out of the driveway. I try to pile it on the growing banks but cannot keep some of it from running down into the road or sidewalk. At least the banks are not over my head, and so I count my blessings. I backed the car out and parked it in the street and tried to clean out where it was. Full disclosure: as winter wears on, I park my car closer and closer to the sidewalk.
After.
You can see my car across the street. It is the one with the wipers up in the air. I also tried to clean a space for my trash and recyclable container. They are actually supposed to be kept out back, out of sight, but I was unable to clear a path that far. At least I got them out of the mailman’s way, and where I hopefully will not hit them with my car.
One does what one can.
I did the usual shovel-width across the front. I wondered how much I was really accomplishing, as the snow continued to fall. Then again, it is easier to clean off a smaller amount twice than a huge amount once.
Looks like a Christmas card!
I took a shot to show the snow coming down like a sonofabitch. I like to describe things as “like a sonofabitch.” It actually tapered off as the morning wore on, so perhaps I will not have to bear winter’s brunt again tomorrow.
Mohawk Valley Girl 