Yesterday we had no more snow on the ground. Just old green/brown looking grass out front.
It’s all fine and good to dream about spring flowering plants and birds and bees and grass, and all, but let’s face facts — it’s winter here in New England and there’s no denying it:
Oh yeah… the snow has arrived. I’d say we have about 2-3 inches on the ground.
It’s a dry fluffy snow and is blowing around a lot with the winds – the perfect kind if you MUST have snow – mainly because of the shoveling factor. It’s a lot easier for geezer-men and, as the case may be, geezer ladies to do the shoveling. We don’t do snow blowers here. Not at this house. There are a couple of them living at other houses in the neighborhood, but we don’t much enjoy the noise from them, or the ensuing pollution. However, that said, our lovely neighbor, Bob, will come over with his snow blower and knock out the stubborn snow pile in front of our driveway for us, and for others, so we can’t complain about that generosity, now can we?
The guy next door to us usually likes loud motor-driven equipment of all kinds, including mulchers (which are the worst!) and snowblowers. Lately, however, I have noticed him manually shoveling his areas so I have to wonder if his snowblower is working. I hope not! The sound of manual snow shoveling is music to my ears! Not so much, in fact not at all, the sound of a gas or electric operated snow blowing machine.
We’ve got the heat on in here, it’s warm enough but I still need a blanket on my lap sitting in my chair.
So let the winter unfold… it’s all downhill from here (now that I’ve said that, I’ll probably regret it!).
My boy, Kip, never seems to be on the right side of this door! He does love the snow, not only for romping in but also for munching on.
Cheers for winter fun,
Bex & Co.
It’s in every one of us to be wise;
Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know every thing without ever knowing why.
It’s in every one of us, by and bye.
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