Anyone for a snow fort? The snow was sticky, heavy and deep. Before we knew how we were going to go about working with the soft billowy white stuff, there rose such clatter, I jumped to the window to see what was the matter. Our neighbor, Randy, with his honking huge John Deere tractor and snowblower was coming down the home stretch of our driveway.
Our driveway is ninety feet by twelve feet. The Simplicity snowblower that came to our home, after being gently used by Kevin, would need to make about six passes as the snow was a foot deep. A half swathe at a time with this heavy wet snow would have been about right. The length of the driveway is not the challenge. The county road that runs past our home is cleared multiple times when the snow begins to fall. Each pass of the county’s huge machine packs the snow into the end of our driveway, much like wet cement. Randy backed in from the street and his snowblower didn’t even snort. Two passes in five minutes and we were in high cotton.
Dennis did get the Simplicity snowblower going to tidy up. The city crew never did clear Stauffer Avenue. In case of emergency, Dennis likes to remove the snow in front of the garages. After a bit of a break, Dennis went on to clear the patio of snow going on to clearing a path around the garage porch in total. No one ever wants an emergency to happen, but to play it safe, access to the parameter of the buildings is crucial.
As Dennis was going around the patio doors of the porch, all five, and yes, I did say all five of the cats were watching from within the porch. I think it finally sunk in that there really is no place like home.
I was outside, but my intentions fall short, as well as they should. No way would I want to have either of my shoulders or knees in need of being replaced because I was thinking I was the same person I was in the 1970s. At that time, there was never a thought that any of my working parts would fail me in time to come. It is oh so humbling.