I bought my first snow shovel yesterday. Getting ready for my first full winter in St. Louis, I realized we’ll need a snow shovel. Weatherpersons predicted “snow showers” yesterday and again today but so far nothing.
So, am I HOPING for snow? Not really. My granddaughters in West Texas have been hoping for enough snow to get a snow day so they can stay home from school to make Christmas cookies. Where they are, where I lived for over 25 years of my adult life, snow is not unusual but it rarely stays on the ground more than a day. Icy roads are more frequent, and more treacherous. I remember only a handful of times my husband had to shovel off a walk or driveway (with a garden spade) — and only one season, when he was stationed in Greenland, that I had to do any shoveling myself.
But serious snow is very likely here in our new home. For the first time in many, many years I live in a house with steps at both front and back entrances — MANY steps up to the front door and six steps off the back porch, down to the walkway leading to the detached garage. We love this old house that has been beautifully rehabbed, but we’re getting older and not looking forward to a hard winter in this late autumn of life. I’ve read that even the postman is not required to get up the steps to a mailbox here if the porch has not been cleared of snow and ice. Whatever happened to “nothing shall stay this carrier…?”
So, I bought a snow shovel, like one carries an umbrella, HOPING not to need it!
So, am I HOPING for snow? Not really. My granddaughters in West Texas have been hoping for enough snow to get a snow day so they can stay home from school to make Christmas cookies. Where they are, where I lived for over 25 years of my adult life, snow is not unusual but it rarely stays on the ground more than a day. Icy roads are more frequent, and more treacherous. I remember only a handful of times my husband had to shovel off a walk or driveway (with a garden spade) — and only one season, when he was stationed in Greenland, that I had to do any shoveling myself.
But serious snow is very likely here in our new home. For the first time in many, many years I live in a house with steps at both front and back entrances — MANY steps up to the front door and six steps off the back porch, down to the walkway leading to the detached garage. We love this old house that has been beautifully rehabbed, but we’re getting older and not looking forward to a hard winter in this late autumn of life. I’ve read that even the postman is not required to get up the steps to a mailbox here if the porch has not been cleared of snow and ice. Whatever happened to “nothing shall stay this carrier…?”
So, I bought a snow shovel, like one carries an umbrella, HOPING not to need it!
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Come see us in Lacey sometime. It likes to snow here. Glad to finally have the time read your blog.
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