THERE’S NO DENYING the beauty of Minnesota’s latest
snowstorm blizzard, which dumped perhaps eight inches of snow on Faribault. I’m never good at judging snow totals.
Heavy, wet snow layers upon trees and power lines, creating a surreal world of incredible beauty contrasted against a cobalt sky.
But beauty will take winter only so far.
Faced with snow removal, I find that beauty quickly fades.
This storm, my husband and I took a two-step approach to getting the snow off our and a neighbor’s driveways and sidewalks. I initiated the plan Thursday afternoon when I realized Randy would never get the car through the snow at the end of the driveway upon his return home from work. The snowplow had gone by, creating a wall of ice and snow chunks.
Miracle of miracles, Randy actually arrived home at 5 p.m., 45 minutes earlier than usual. The boss said if he had to leave early, he could. He commutes to Northfield, 22 minutes distant, on a good day.
I had been shoveling for 30 minutes already when my spouse pulled out the snowblower. Our goal was to keep ahead of the storm somewhat. Shovel and blow Thursday and then again Friday morning.
And so here it is, nearing noon on Friday. The driveway and sidewalks at our home and our neighbor’s place are cleared, were cleared, by 9 a.m.
My back, leg and arm muscles feel it. I’ve shoveled way too much snow this winter.
How about you?
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling