On Christmas day, as I walked to my elderly friend's home to spend some time with her, I came across this scene. It made me wonder how the person shoveling snow felt when their shovel broke with the load of snow they must have been trying to remove. I am sure the person shoveling had the opposite thoughts of me about snow. . .
Have I told you how much I love the snow? I love walking in it; taking photos; shoveling people's sidewalks and driveways; building snowmen and snow forts and just watching it come down, delicate flakes landing on my outstretched tongue.
I have lived where the snow is so deep that it was months before it all melted and I miss upstate New York for just that reason. If I could, I would move back there to enjoy my "senior" years. . . but instead, I live in WAshington where getting more than half an inch of snow is not pleasant for most people who aren't used to it and only complain. This winter was the most snow in over 20 years here. I would have gladly shoveled their drive/sidewalk IF they had a working shovel.
