We have a slow-moving snow storm here along the Front Range of the Rockies this weekend.... enough snow that our church services were cancelled and we watched church on TV in our jammies.
Even though we have shoveled it out, the snow keeps coming.
I usually clean off the deck by pushing the snow across the deck and then gently shoving it underneath the bottom of the railing so that it falls to the ground below (no more than 3 feet). But the snow is so deep that Beloved said he would do the deck this time. He said it would be necessary to heave the snow over the top of the railing and I can't do that very well. What-a-guy!!
Instead, he assigned me to clear the front porch. Then when he was done with the deck, he fired up the snow blower on the driveway and got started on that. I stayed outside with him so he would have company.
He asked me to shovel alongside the edge of the driveway and the sidewalks so he would know where the edge of the concrete was and would hopefully not send the decorative rocks flying, or dig into the grass with the snowblower blades. That cooperative effort worked out just fine.
It's nice to be inside where it's warm and cozy. Beloved has just made a cup of hot apple cider and I'm thinking we'll be enjoying the fireplace this evening.
This is all delightful (as long as we don't have to drive in it), but I can't help wonder why our 10 grandchildren live in Florida on a day like this when they would love to play in the snow?!!!
Here is a video we sent to them today -- it's not exactly a thrilling action flick, and we still can't compete with Boston for snow totals this year, but for those in our family who are not familiar with how one deals with the white stuff, I thought they would enjoy it...
Oh by the way, we have just turned on the 5pm local news on TV. They are saying our town (thus far) has 13 inches of snow.