The first real snowstorm has arrived in my neck of the woods and it was timed perfectly. It was forecast to arrive late in the day Saturday and snow through Sunday, leaving behind 3 to 7 inches.
Yesterday I dug out the snow shovels and cross country ski gear out of storage, pulled the snow thrower out of the corner of the garage, and I put away the patio furniture. I even had enough time to pile up the remaining firewood that's been cut and cover what has been split & stacked.
Late this afternoon I shoveled the driveway and in front of the garage. So far what's fallen is about six inches of fairly light snow. Even though I have a snow thrower, if it isn't a lot or heavy, I like to shovel by hand. For a desk jockey, who only gets to see daylight on the weekends this time of the year, it's about all the exercise I get in the winter. Plus it's a nice, relaxing break from my routine. Helps clear my head while I clear the driveway I guess.
But one thing I notice today: nothing destroys the pristine beauty of the year's first real snow fall, like shoveling it with a shovel you used the day before to clean up the dog poop.