This exceptionally great snow year is offering a unique set of challenges. (That's the optimist's way of saying it's a pain in the rear end.) Oh, don't get me wrong, I love snow, even though it interferes with gardening.
I don't particularly enjoy shoveling 10 feet of this stuff off my porch only to turn around and be faced with the same chore again.
And, then there is the new snow plow guy. He's doing a marvelous job of keeping my road clear. He just takes out the mailbox every time he drives by.
They say 3rd times a charm. So I'm armed with reflective tape and a sturdier mailbox and if he crushes this one... well, then, I really will believe he's out to get me.
Whenever we get a deep snowfall, adults typically race outdoors and get to work shoveling. There's a surefire cure for this human condition.
If you ask me, we'd all be much happier if we ran outdoors with the express intention of ignoring our chores and sledding down Toboggan Hill.
If not that, then at least a peaceful jaunt in Mill Creek Canyon.