The Ploughman

 

Yesterday's snowfall reminded me of the day that my daughter Meghan was born. The flakes were large and fluffy and thoroughly enjoyed their air time. The happy flakes whirled and danced around a bit before landing. By mid-afternoon, after holding our new bundle of joy, I rested while Jim went to work. It was first day of Christmas tree sales and he had snow-plowing to do. Plus we had two other children waiting at home for him. 

 

 

Now, we know that most men are not so good at multi-tasking, so I imagine that Meg's birthday was a bit overwhelming for Jim. Not for me; all that was required for me to do was to hold and feed my lovely new daughter and watch the relaxing snowfall from my hospital room window.

 

The "real" snow that we have this week provides fun for some, relaxation for a few, and work for most. For me, my work was fun....but Jim's work? Not so much. Let me explain:

 



Jim re-fueling his plow truck after a long day of snow removal



Yesterday after lunch I hitched a ride into town with Jim and his plow truck. My mission was to go to the library to pick up The Red Green Show videos that were on hold for me (and, really, just to be out and about for awhile).

 

Two blocks before the library I found activities to photograph for the Inquirer, so Jim and I parted ways.

 

The falling snow energized me and I felt happy as I took pictures of people who, despite having to shovel or salt sidewalks, also seemed happy. The flakes definitely put a festive feel in the air.

 

A half hour later, I had my pics for the paper and my videos checked out. Jim was done with his banking, and so the real work began. I kept him company as he plowed out parking lots for a day care center and a restaurant. Back and forth, back and forth, avoiding parked cars and people walking...snow plowing is not for the faint of heart, that is for sure.



 

 

 

After those two jobs, Jim brought me home where I joined the ranks of snow-shovelers. After I had the walks and porches cleared of snow, I came inside and happily prepared 5 of my pics to send to Rachel at the Inquirer.

 



Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look at what they
can do when they stick together. Unknown author



 

Jim left again to do more plowing. While he continued to work, I made an apple crisp, which warmed the kitchen, filled the house with a nice aroma, and was much appreciated by my tired husband when he returned home.

 

Snow. Work or fun? Love or Hate? It is all in the eye of the beholder, eh?

 

Marcheta *lovin' fun snow