I now know that our darling Prairie Box is the bearer all of things drift-worthy. Leaves, trash, snow… you name it.
Being oh-so-smart, I chose to scoop the snow off our walks around 4:45pm — before the sun cast its final beams for the afternoon. As I cleaned up the back walkways and our front steps (thanks, Renae, for doing the sidewalk!) I noticed that our dear elderly neighbors were not shoveling. Normally Larry is out scooping away at the first opportunity. Choosing warmth over mercy, I didn’t give them another thought, put my shovel away and hurried indoors.
This morning I awoke to the vision of my labors covered in drifts only Frosty could dream of… my front porch bearing enough of the frozen crystals to match my front yard in depth. And Larry’s paths? Perfectly scooped in the way only 40 years of homeowning can accomplish. It was the wisdom of many Nebraska winters to wait until… what’s that? yup… the snow was done falling.
And drifting. Drifting over to my house, that is.
3 Comments
sarah Dec 10, 2003 2:43 PM
yup, our house is also a popular hangout for drifts, as we have discovered. i think that with the way our house is positioned, there is not much around us to block the wind from smashing up against our house. there were (and probably still are) huge drifts up against our garage doors that make the seemingly normal task of pulling into our garage a tough one.
Karen Dec 10, 2003 4:33 PM
Hmm…first leaves, now snow drifts…I still think it’s all a conspiracy.
andrew Dec 10, 2003 7:48 PM
usually this time of year is dominated by crushing fog that has caused scores of students to drop out of college here on lookout mountain. so far, not much fog, just rain. not good rain…it’s cold horizontal rain that you try to block with your hand in front of your face. oh, and everytime i step in a puddle i think of groundhog day.