Mama Said, There’d be Days Like This
A portable death ray looks tempting today.
Wisconsin. December 1. Four inches of snow fell last night and by morning the snow had drifted over all the sidewalks and driveways, with snow plows lumbering up and down the streets.
The guys all got to show off their snow blowers. Our next door neighbor is a first-time homeowner. He bought his first snow blower last week to be ready. My husband went out to play with it, and all over the neighborhood men did the manly thing and wrestled with heavy dangerous equipment to put the snow in it’s proper place.
My first few winters in Wisconsin were very mild. Practically no snow.
One morning I woke to the muffled quiet that means a blanket of snow has come and covered every tread, step and squeek. The quiet was broken when I heard two men outside.
“What did you do that for?”
“What! I was just helping out!”
“Well, I was going to do that. It’s my snow you know!”
Great. The snow had been so sparse the guys were fighting over who got to shovel it out of the way.
Well, last year was a doozy. They said it was a 100 year storm that lasted all season. I was sort of hoping this year would be another mild winter, but this seems sort of early for 4 inches on the ground.
Oh, well. The only yard work I hadn’t done yet was to empty a few pots on the porch, and put up the bird feeders. I brought out the boot tray for wet boots this afternoon and will try to find my snow boots and snow pants tomorrow.
Hope you had a warm Thanksgiving!
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