This Must be the Last
This 10 inches of wet “heart attack” snow will most surely be the last of the winter blasts. Granted, the scene this morning as it was still snowing was spectacular. Everything was covered in a blanket of pure white. Dennis had made one path to the garage when he got up at six. By the time I got up at eight, Dennis was in his recliner for a nap and the path was totally covered over. When I took the snow pusher it was like there was a magnet not allowing the pusher to be picked up and emptied. Believe me the path and right around the back door was all I could manage. I grabbed a second cup of coffee and sat in the west porch of our home and watched various neighbors working to unearth their cars. About that time the city 
plows came by and rolled the snow like the best of cinnamon rolls ever and plugged up all the driveways. Dennis’ grandson, Ryan appeared out of nowhere with a bob cat. Here we are at supper time and our concrete driveway if bare and dry. I can’t say much for the additional snow that has been pushed into our backyard. This too shall pass. Most of our neighbors have gravel and at the least bit their snow blowers were gouging muck. Whatever plans we may have had for the weekend have changed. These two older ones do not need to be out on the highways with this much slush. Even slush blows whispers across the highways when the winds pick up as they are predicted. There will always be another time to get out and about.