A couple of my blogging friends, who happen to reside in more southern climes, have made mention lately of the way their regions handle snow (or, in Bo’s case, the way they DON’T handle snow. A town without a plow! Can you IMAGINE?!).
For these friends, I’m posting pictures I took literally five minutes ago. I will concede that it is very, very pretty in my neighborhood right now, but that’s all the positive press you’ll get out of me on this subject.
Here’s the view out the back door:
and the path to the grill (because we grill year ’round around here):
Here’s the path to the street (a.k.a. the driveway. The only reason you can actually SEE the actual driveway is because it faces dead south. Mr. Chili was thinking ahead when he oriented the house):
Here’s the side yard all covered in snow:
It may be a case of familiarity breeding contempt, but I’d be just as happy if it didn’t snow again all winter, and here are a few of the many reasons why: it makes roads hazardous and driving dangerous; it causes wicked glare in the sunshine; it piles up on roofs and can cause damage up there; it FALLS off of roofs and can cause damage on its way down; people don’t clean it off the roofs of their cars, and it flips off at highway speeds and can be a real danger (particularly when it’s all packed tight on top of 18-wheelers); it builds up on the mud flaps of our cars (we call them ‘car turds’) and drops off, leaving puddles in the garage that turn into mini skating rinks; it drains town budgets for plowing and salt (our taxes are likely to go up again next year as it is); it makes trash collectors’ and postal workers’ jobs harder; and it closes schools.
And just to make it MORE fun, here’s are forecast for the next few days!
I’m not sure all that’s a fair trade-off for “pretty.”