Shovels

I learned something last night and today. We had an enormous snow storm. I am extremely grateful for the moisture. I still can’t let mother nature melt the snow on my driveway although Rich’s theory is starting to make some sense. So I was out shoveling last night while it was still snowing. Rich always tells me that it is futile to even start shoveling until the storm is passed. I feel like if I shovel twice, then it’s not as heavy. But the bottom line is: I like to shovel. I suppose I get it from my father. He is known for always having a shovel in his hand. . Fixing a ditch, moving something from one place to another, whatever the project, he would have his trusty shovel with him. Snow shovel or garden shovel I feel at home moving stuff – at the present time that stuff is snow. Last year Rich and I tried to shovel the driveway together. He doesn’t get it. Shoveling is a work of art. Zig, Zags, crosses, curves. The works of art you can make in the snow while shoveling a walk are immeasurable. He kept trying to go in straight lines. Let’s put our shovels together it will go faster. Faster is not the object. Holding the shovel and moving something is the object. The Linton OCD kicks in when shoveling snow. There are also rules. You can’t dump the snow on certain plants. Now I wouldn’t expect anyone else to know which plants I protect, so I think I will continue my work of being the snow mover. Today I found out he took my favorite snow shovel to Valcom. He didn’t know that I had a favorite until I heartily complained. I will await the next storm eagerly as long as I have my favorite shovel.