It has snowed like crazy here and I just adore it! The trees are coated with an icy sheen that was overlaid with fluffy snow pillows ... and the ugly streets and dead grass are all covered in beautiful, blinding white!
Cody, the intrepid snowdog, accompanied me outside on our quest to clear the massive hill of all encroaching snow, a barbaric custom insisted on by the parentals. Personally, I think it's much better to have nice fluffy snow to step on than dangerous patches of ice masquerading as innocently exposed pavement. Especially true in our situation because our house resides at the top of a huge, steep hill that one must traverse to reach the car parked at the curb.
It wasn't fun, but with the aid of the ailing snowshovel and the Toro SnowBlower Shovel (wielded very effectively by the one, the only, Steve In Snow) the driveway is now visible, along with the sidewalk, which the Law states must be kept clear. Why this is, only the Law knows. My guess is that it's there for the people who walk their dogs on your clean sidewalk so they can poop in your pristine yard rather than theirs (the dogs can poop in the yard, I mean, hopefully the owners don't feel the need to poop in your yard, although some people do have a wacky sense of how to pay you back for parking in front of their house, or for the time you may have egged their house when you were 10 ...)
