Yes, a few inches of snow is a pretty sight. You get to appreciate all the loveliness of the snow coming down. You get to enjoy that nice feeling of being inside with a good book, a pot of soup or chili slowly cooking in the kitchen, and the warmth of a fire in the woodstove. And for those photographers amongst us, it provides a beautiful backdrop for some oftentimes really cool images.
And then it melts off in a few days, like any good snow should.
Two feet of snow is something else. It, simply, is an awful lot of work.
Saturday, while it was all still coming down, Ginny and I spent several hours outside trying to keep our quarter-mile-long driveway clear. Normally you can just run the truck up and down a few times. But beyond about a foot, that begins to not work so well.
So out came the shovel and snowblower.
Did I mention that a quarter of a mile is an awful lot of snow to move?
Sunday dawned crystal clear, cold, and with still way too much snow on the ground. More hours of work with shovel and snowblower. That was the very last thing I needed, what with Christmas stuff still to do and a short-fuse deadline on a story for Sport Rider. Oh well. You can only script life so much.
I did take one little break, driving down to old-town Warrenton for a lunch of bangers and mash at Molly’s, our local Irish watering hole.