The land that snowplows forgot
I’m exaggerating a bit when I say snowplows have forgotten our street, but perhaps I’m not embellishing much.
During the cold snap that hit us after a brief foray in the 40’s last week, we’ve gotten more snow. It hasn’t been much more snow — but it’s pretty much still on the street in front of our house. I drive on it, I walk on it when I take Baxter out for his constitutional (we can’t refer to it as a “walk” anymore around him, as he’ll get excited and run away from us before we can leash him), and I shovel it.
The snowplowing situation has not been great all winter — or at least the last two months of it, when we’ve actually had cold enough weather to have gotten snowfall. Ha! I look back at the unnaturally warm December days we had, and laugh. We’re paying for it now!
Between this and the ice buildup in front of the house, thanks to the new sump pump drainage arrangement, it’s a winter wonderland around here.