Whelp, that's all over now.
WINTER arrived in the True North Strong & Free yesterday.
Tiny flakes you could barely see started to fall just around dawn; the flakes got bigger, & thicker, & Mr Shoes had to bust out the plow. He cleaned the barnyard, then the drive & the lane. Then he plowed the gravel mile out to the market road so that Boot could get to work last night; we are one of only 2 places on a 2 mile stretch of road so the grader doesn't get around to us til last. At each end of the 2 miles stretch is a market road that the graders must always try to keep clear before starting on any of the cross roads.
The 4Shoes is in 4 wheel drive country, yo. Serious.
|So pretty right? But a little bit Bah Humbug too.|
Guess Mr Shoes will be out on the plow again today - this time clearing all 2 miles of RM road.
Don't feel sorry for him; like most boys, at least the first few times he 'gets to' drive his plow each year he is almost gleeful. Coffee in hand & a toque set jauntily back on his head, he heads out to the shop with a goofy smile on his face.
God love him, because I surely do.
It's a good thing I just laundered Manic's clothes because that crazy little bitch* thought it was cold a week ago. *It's not swearing when it's a technical term.
Now we're really getting into the Christmas spirit alright!