The other night, the snow fairies visited yet again. This time, they brought their dump trucks. It took my husband and me two hours to dig out our driveway after the plow came. But, we were grateful it DID come. Living on a cul-de-sac means the street doesn’t always get plowed very quickly. Living on a cul-de-sac with a significant slope means that driving up in heavy snow requires a sturdy set of snow tires, nerves of steel, and the good luck not to encounter anyone coming down.
You might think I’m grumbling here, but I’m not. Whenever there is a substantial snowfall, I see something really neat. People who we have not seen in months emerge from hibernation to shovel their driveways. All those people who typically spend the winter driving straight into their garage, closing the door and heading to the TV are forced outside for some hard work. Neighbours are talking, laughing at the situation, and helping each other. The kids are all outside, sliding on the huge snow banks, digging forts, “helping” shovel the driveway and generally having a blast.
Also, people are getting exercise. It really feels great going inside and having a hot chocolate after a workout like that. In the past, I have been known to leave the shoveling to my husband (using traditional gender roles to my advantage). However, I’m going to try to get out there more, as I actually end up enjoying it.
Some people get a snow blower or hire someone to take care of the snow. It does make sense for a lot of people. However, we know too many of our neighbours to get a snow blower. We’d feel obligated to do all their driveways and it would take forever. Besides, the sense of community, the exercise, the fresh air, and the sense of accomplishment make the shoveling worthwhile!
They’re calling for more snow in the next couple of days. Not entirely sure where we’re going to put it. Our snow banks are higher than the cars.
But I say: Bring it on!