The backyard, post 12 inches of compact snow. A beautiful scene.
Our township does a thorough job of plowing our dead end street from curbside to curbside, which I truly appreciate….that is, until I need to unbury the mailbox so the post man will deliver my mail! It helps that one of our neighbors works for the city and another is a state trooper, so we get added attention. I guess I should unbury the ‘for sale’ sign too.
More huge piles thanks to the plow; however that did not deter my strong armed efforts to make a pass through on the sidewalk. After all, if the homeowner does not clear the sidewalk within 48 hours of a snow fall, and a walker reports the homeowner to the township, one can find a tidy little fine in their mailbox.
And here we have the princess gazing over her territory. She muses, “Hmm…the servant did a sufficient job of clearing the drive and walk. I guess I shall keep her.”
Like Mrs. Mutton, I don’t mind the snow when it comes in dribs and drabs. It is the colossal dump every 5 days that is a killer. Add to that the freezing temps in the teens, and well…I need an extended vacation in Hawaii.
Spring is coming.