Digging the Snow
I have had a snow blower for some time now. It means that I don’t have to dig the snow. I just get the machine to blow it. But what if the blower doesn’t work?
This winter the local radio station has been filled with stories about snow blowers breaking down, snow blowers catching on fire, snow blowers not starting, snow blowers breaking their shearing pins. All of this has been caused by the weight of the snow, its depth, the compilation of snow on snow, ice pellets on snow, icy rain on snow.
The other day, I went out to blow the snow. It was so heavy that I likened it to wet quick sands on the beach. I could hardly get the blower out of the garage. When I did, I couldn’t move it, forwards or backwards, without enormous effort. I sat on the back of my car and cried. Here is the related post https://rogermoorepoet.com/2023/01/18/luminescence/
For many people of my age, and younger, this is heart attack time. Blowing snow, digging snow, clearing snow, shoveling snow. I know the song – “let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” But who clears it? Who digs it? Do you dig that snow? Hey, man, dig that snow. Cool, eh? Chill, man, chill.
So where did the snowman go? To the hospital with a heart attack? Who knows? But one thing I do know: digging snow has become one of the things that I fear. And why shouldn’t I? I am at that age when things happen. And here’s what I mean – https://rogermoorepoet.com/2023/02/10/and-if-we-fall/
No. I don’t want to become a fatality on the statistics page. I don’t want to ‘fall to rise no more, as many others have done before’ – a tribute to Over the hills and far away, that one. So, let it snow, yes. But not too much and let us avoid that bleak mid-winter when ‘snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow on snow’. Christmas Card whiteness I can take – but not the chest wracking heave of heavy snow, weighing my shovel down, puling me down, burying me.
4 thoughts on “Digging the Snow”
I agree with Ginger, stay inside, stay warm! 🔥
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When I came to Canada, nearly sixty years ago, I signed up for cold and snow. I am a snow bunny now. And have been for some time.
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After reading both posts, I don’t know whether o laugh or cry. Here, in Florida, our “snow” is sand, blowing hard in the ocean winds, pitting the paint on our cars, and getting in our eyes at the most inopportune times! I don’t miss the snow, but you give me such visions of the good, the bad, the ugly, but especially the beauty of the snow. Stay inside. Stay warn. Write on! You lift your readers with your words!
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Such positive encouragement, Ginger. Thank you so much. Everything good here. More bad weather on the way, or so they say. We’ll survive! Blessings.