Last week's snowfall sure was pure, white and pretty. The little blue house at the end of the road and the landscape here and thereabouts was picture perfect, a sight to behold.
Snow covered the rooftops, evergreens, limbs, branches, benches, and everything else in its path.
Elm Street accepted its share of the white stuff from old man winter and our driveway did the same. We had a problem.
Paul needed to leave home to go to work at ten o'clock Wednesday morning. He was depending on his Craftsman tractor to clear the way out of here. He serviced the tractor earlier, added the snow blade, and secured the chains.
With the workhorse gassed up and oiled, the smart shopper's plastic weather protector in place, to shield him from the wind; that old boy was good to go. Wrong! The aged, dead as a doornail, battery would not take a charge.
There Paul Baby was, standing in snow up to his arthritic knees, frustrated and just short of losing his cool and spouting words that young Trek shouldn't hear, yet, familiar to my ears.
I suggested that we call the City Garage, in hopes of getting Elm Street cleared. We hate to ask for favors, but on that day, he wanted to get on the road. So, the call was made.
Mike Head assured the Sears guy that his workers would help out. Soon, thereafter, the road was cleared. I might add the City employees did a great job. Not only could Paul get out, the very dependable mailman and the very dependable oil truck driver enjoyed the clear passage as well.
Thanks to all of the above mentioned, you and your works is very much appreciated by us.
Of course Paul and I shoveled out the driveway and walks, before his departure. Anything toward the back of the large yard would be handled after the new battery was to be installed.
Paul came home that night carrying a new fully charged tractor battery. The tired trooper decided to wait until Thursday morning to finish clearing and move through a few drifts as well.
The day had been long and far from easy. Several different departments were his to man, most of the day. Others scheduled to work were snowed in. However customers were out and about. He had a super Wednesday!
I think that he sold snow blowers and plowed most night, the wheels in his head were in turmoil. His body was restless. How do I know? This zombie-like old girl walks the night beat often.
And, another thing, the nighttime pills failed to make it to his tummy, a too frequent problem that we are working on.
Well, after a hard day's night and a light breakfast "my sunshine" of 51 years plus bundled up and placed the battery in it's new home, started the earth mover and snow remover, positioned the blade, and took off. The snow was a foot deep and weighty. The tractor and blade that we depend on so heavily did not operate efficiently. No time was left to remove the blade and attach the snow blower.
The heavy snow caused the collapse of a center support of a portion of the tarp covered high-pitched wire roof of the dog's long pen. At this point, Caesar knows something is wrong in his space on this place, but he can't figure it out. I see another early spring project.
Gray, Paul's cat failed to show up for roll call the two nights before the snowfall and for two days thereafter. We feared the worse. What if the coyotes found him? What if's were many? He loved to jump in his caring caregiver's arms when evening shadows fell and welcomed a warm meal and soft bed. Even Trek missed his bed buddy.
Then the other evening, just before Paul arrived home from work, I turned on the porch lights as per routine. I started to call out the cat's name, looked toward the landing and spotted him staring me down. That treasure looked exhausted, but there wasn't a hair out of place. I was so relieved and pleased with our good fortune, that; instead of scolding the little bad boy for worrying us, I smiled.
Gray waited, patiently, in his usual spot, until his best friend arrived home to cradle him in his arms, joyously.
We are worried about Lori's husband, Clifford Patrick's health. Last week he, twice, underwent a procedure that shocks the heart for the purpose of rhythm correction.
Her daughter, Olivia Cory moved to Denver last week. Come spring, she will graduate from high school there.
Our youngest granddaughter, Mary Shannon Patrick will enjoy her company and likewise.
Don't forget to keep the wild bird feeders filled and forgive the squirrels for their sins. Even if they could remember where they hid their nuts, they may not find them beneath the snow cover.
Well, friends I must get ready for bed. Tomorrow is Groundhog Day and I want to get up early and check to see if the woodchuck burrowed in at the homestead property across the way will wake up, venture out and tell me something without talking.
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