We are the only people on the street without a snow blower. We were planning to get one, but decided to wait until the end of the season sale. Hah! Near the road, the snow was above my knees and heavy as cement. It’s wetter than the sweet, fluffy flakes near the garage. As I labored, the wind blew sheets of the stuff right to our doorstep, whisking shovelfulls back into my face during gusts as I dug.
Still love it here!