Barely visible efforts
There I was. Out in front of the house with a shovel trying to clear a tiny amount of snow. What I realized was that I could not see what I was doing. A combination of poor eyesight and too much sunshine. I know how to point a shovel. Something I have been doing since I was a child. And I know the format of my steps and sidewalk. Right now, after 20 minutes or so, I have decided that they are as cleared as they need to be. This is winter. There will be more snow. But if you stop by and you decide that my job is mediocre, so be it. I work cheap. Perhaps a better question to ask is why do I bother clearing the steps. We have, on average, a visitor a week. No particular schedule. If they find that there is too much snow on my walkway they can simply go to another entrance. There. My confession for today. I did the best job I could and I am satisfied. As for the lane, that is someone elses responsibility. The man with the Big Blue tractor. And this winter, to date, he is only needed to visit one time. In other words winter is not what it used to be. Yes, I know, there are many months to go but I somehow suspect that when people ask how was the winter of 24 I will answer that it was easy. I may even take a couple of pictures just to prove that to someone else but I suspect that no one will ask. Those who are offended by our climate have already headed South. And you will notice that I have not opted to join them.
