So, if you’re in Ohio, or most places in the northern part of the united states, you’ve gotten snow last night, it’s snowing now, or you’re waiting on it. Nature of the beast, baby. Live in an area that gets the colder winter weather, you’re more than likely going to get snow of some sort.
Earlier today I was perusing Facebook, looking at posts from friends. Marsha had a picture of her husband shoveling snow, the goat lady posted that she slid off the road and thankfully got back home safely, and Becky was trying to figure out how much she may have gotten with the drifting. Post after post, other folks were grumbled about having to shovel, plow, or snow blow snow away.
Let me tell you, I have a secret obsession. Well, it was a secret, but I’m going to finally be free of it. I’m ready to share with the world of folks that read my stories. Just don’t tell Hon and the boys because they don’t read my stories and I’d rather they not be wise to it. *shhhhh* I like to shove snow. There. I said it. I’ll say it again…loud and proud… I LIKE TO SHOVEL SNOW! Truly. I don’t particularly like the cold, but I, in all actuality, love love LOVE to shovel the snow.
Now, to all you who are thinking, “Cool! Come on over babe, I’ve got plenty for you!”. Let me just clarify…I like to shovel my own snow. Not yours, deary, definitely not your twisty one, girlie, and particularly not that scenic and lovely goat trail of a driveway, gal - and you know who you are. I love you dearly, but ugh, no. Ours. Just ours. Our driveway, our sidewalks…I even shoveled around the water spigot outside the house juuuuust in case, you know, on the off chance someone needed water from it, even though the water is turned off to it for the time being. I don’t just shovel around the mailbox, I shovel down the road leading up to it too, so the mail lady has a nicely formed exit ramp leading to it. I usually shovel completely across the road from the driveway before the township snowplow gets here, but they must have been out in the wee hours this morning, because it’s a rare occasion they beat me to it.
Let me tell you, our township snow removal guy is awesome! The man usually comes around when I’m at the area where the driveway meets the road. He could be like the plow guy where I grew up, burying the end of the driveway in snow from the road, but he slows and turns the plow to face the opposite direction as he gets to the driveway, so he doesn’t block in what I’ve already shoveled. As much as I like to shovel, it’s no fun shoveling hard compacted snow from the snow plow.
There you have it folks. My secret is out. Snow removal. Nothing fancy, though. As much as I’d love to be yahooing around on a tractor with a plow blade, or even zipping around with a snow blower, it’s just me and my old trusty rusty handled snow shovel. It’s like when I’m working in the garden. I have time to myself to collect my thoughts, let them wander, or belt out show tunes no one will complain about. Remember, ixnay on the owremovalsay, okay?! Keep this on the downlow. I asked Hon to take my picture, telling him it was for a Facebook post showing how much snow we got, even though it ranged anywhere from 6 inches to a foot on account of the drifting. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my trusty snow shovel awaits… And guess what, the weather forecast for Monday is…yes, you got it. SNOW! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.