No rest for the wicked (cold)

Another day, another shovelful. Having grown up in a nominally warmer climate where it only ever really snowed once every couple of years, I never really learned how to deal with snow. It turns out that it’s all about maintenance. Every morning after the snow falls, you go out and shovel the walk and snowblow the driveway. Shoveling doesn’t have to get to the pavement, just close. Every morning thereafter, you keep scraping at the path to get ice, drifted snow, packed snow, etc. clear and give the sun a chance to do its work. Snow shoveling is like living, it’s a journey rather than a destination.