My routine changed suddenly with the first serious snowfall (6") yesterday. With a sigh of relief, I abandoned all pretense of finishing yard and garden projects and retreated into my warm, cozy house. Of course, I do have to go out occasionally to feed the animals, and to shovel snow.
Some day, maybe, I'll set up my life so that I don't need to go anywhere all winter and I won't need to keep the driveway clear. I could also make enough money to hire someone to do it for me. Or maybe not: if I didn't have all that shovelling out in the crisp, fresh air and sunshine, I might get out of shape and depressed from the lack of light.
I started my day by clearing around all the gates and making paths to the barn and the hay bales. After a leisurely breakfast, I did the driveway and paths to the well, woodshed, and outhouse. (Charles did help.) By that time, the sun was blazing and I was in shirtsleeves. I had to take lots of breaks to play with the dogs and eat snacks. What a nice day; I love snow.
Well, at least you've embraced the snow. We moved six hundred miles south just to avoid (most) of it!
ReplyDeleteI admit that I was a little jealous of your lovely snow-shovelling day. We had some but it has mostly all disappeared. sigh.
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