It started snowing one evening.
Then it kept it up the whole next day. In these parts, snow basically rules our lives from Thanksgiving until Easter. Still, I can't be mad at it because it's an important part of nature. It can be totally aggravating or the best thing ever, depending on your point of view. Shoveling a driveway is not as much fun as skiing on fresh powder. It's a complicated relationship.
Every so often we hear a snowblower, operated by a very kind person (although not always the same person), going up and down our street before dawn. They clear the snow piles that get deposited in front of the driveways when the road is plowed. It's truly a wonderful thing to wake up and not have to deal with a huge pile of packed snow in addition to the stuff that's already fallen! Out of necessity, they're early birds so we rarely get a chance to say thanks. I don't recognize this fellow but if he knew we affectionately refer to him and his cohorts as The Snow Blower Fairies, he'd probably skip our driveway. We could start calling them The Snowblower Guys but it doesn't sound as magical.
Of course, not everyone is happy about those early morning snowblower, wake-up calls.
Then there's Groundhog Day! It's the first excuse we've had to celebrate since Inauguration Day!
First, there was a lot of shoveling to do.
Backyard Burt was too busy to carry out his prognostication duties this year.
Luckily, Kibitz was happy to step up and save the day.
Looks like we're in for six more weeks of shoveling, as if that wasn't going to happen anyway, ha!
Have a great weekend and thanks for stopping by!
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