The Snowman cometh, and the Snowman dumpeth.
And what a fine mess it was.
The wind howled all night. The snow drifted. There was thunder and lightning (a little). I expected a knock on the door at any moment from Yukon Cornelius. And the snow came down and down. Several times I woke up and looked out the window to see the gale-force, wind-blown snow streaming horizontally past the street light.
We slept late, then got up and had a nice breakfast to fortify ourselves for clearing the snow. The white stuff was easily waist-deep in the driveway. Close to 30 inches. I wore a bright orange scarf for snow blowing so if I got lost in the drifts they would find my body in the Spring. Four hours later I was done.
Overall, it was all a lot of fun. A good, old fashion blizzard.
But after four hours of snow blowing, any last flakes of nostalgia for an old-fashioned winter are gone in the snow blown wind.
I’m ready for Spring.
copyright 2013 Magnus Incognito