OK. Fine. You win. I give up.
A bunch of snow tumbled off our steep roof yesterday, hitting the top of the 6-foot snow drifts separating our house from the street. Because the snow is piled so high and precariously, most of what fell off the roof tumbled down the snow drifts to fill in the (very little) space that wasn't already covered in snow, such as the narrow walkway from the front door to the sidewalk, the sidewalk itself, and our front porch.
There wasn't much on the front porch - we keep moving the mail basket closer to the door so that the mailman will continue to take pity on us enough to deliver our mail. The bench and planters on the other end of the porch weren't exactly in use anyway.
But there was one thing on the front porch that was getting a lot of use, and is now buried under several feet of snow.
Yup.
The snow shovel.
p.s. That doesn't mean it's not going to snow anymore.
p.p.s. If you clicked on the link to the house photo, just picture snow piles completely blocking the entire front of the house, up to nearly the top of the windows. Seriously.
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Come back to Minnesota, we are begging for some snow. My parents have had 6-8 inches everyweek for as long as they can remember. Nuts
Last night I had a dream that I was in this huge auditorium full of artists. Silouetted against the white screen in front of us was a snow shovel. It was our task to draw the shovel. I'm not sure what this dream is supposed to mean, but I'm positive that I'm ready for spring.
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