Finally my garden looks perfect, no weeding required.
Every inch of the garden twinkles, aglow with a pristine white perfection. Because a fresh snowfall brings many blessings, and that is one.
Yet a certain garden-area chore still needs to be done. Blog-Buddies, unless you’re living on Mars, I’ll bet that you know what it is.
Shoveling snow? We’re ready.
Armed with sturdy shovels, my husband Mitch and I take turns. We’re scooping out a path from the house to the street. One small strip to begin, with more clearing to come in the hours and days to follow.
According to the weather forecast, however much show has already landed and stuck — at least that much more will come. Shoveling is to become a way of life for us, lasting a couple of days, at least.
“Words cannot describe the joy of this shoveling experience.”
What? I’m a writer. 😉