🌨Snow☃️

The first six inches are pretty, blanketing the house, yard, and trees. It turns everything into a post card or Christmas card scene. When it continues to pile up the picture perfect image distorts, but as it drifts and the wind tries its hand at sculpting, it is amazing. However, it can reach a point where it is no longer friendly or looking or nice, but more of a barren ice cave, the scene of a gruesome lonely death. Fortunately it isn’t close to that yet, I can still see outside the windows.

Fortunately I have borrowed a good shovel from my dad, one of those plastic light weight bent stick ones. An occasional squirt of cooking spray keeps the snow from sticking and I shovel frequently so I am never moving more than eight inches at a time. The trick is to work slowly, take breathing breaks, but work steadily. I stay warm, keep my heart rate under control and get the job done.

My goal today is to find a neighbor kid to do the rest. I tried yesterday, but we never saw anyone out shoveling except the woman across the street and another family frantically trying to clean off the cars for this mornings work commute. Unfortunately for them, more fell over night.

Shoveling snow is good exercise, but it is easy to overdo it and put yourself at risk. If you are like me with a history of heart disease, shovel carefully, but get out in the white stuff and don’t hide in the house.