Shoveling
I like shoveling. I do. I like the rhythmic motions, the steady progress, the beauty of the white-and-blue snow. I like the sounds of the shovel scraping the pavers, and the plop of the snow when a load of it lands elsewhere. I like the frosty particles that float back to coat me when I throw a shovelful high and far.
I like the feeling of working harmoniously together as a family, and letting my mind wander to old memories of snow forts from my childhood. I like walking down the cleared, tidy path when it’s done, and the loose feeling of unaccustomed work in my muscles.
I like going back inside to keep writing.
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I wish my winter is like this…. we have 5 feet of snow, and more coming…. sigh
Lol! Well, I think I’d be with you there. Living in Louisiana, I don’t get snow, but I think I’d quite enjoy going back inside after working and just, you know, typing comments to my favorite authors xD
No snowblowers for you, then?
Emily ~ I probably wouldn’t relish it as much if I had 5 feet of it! Good luck and stay warm.
Skyril ~ Ha! Too bad we can’t change lives for a day. I’d love to visit Louisiana.
Tee ~ I vastly prefer a shovel. It sounds nice, requires no fuel, and fits on a nail in the garage when I’m done. My relationship with leaf blowers and rakes is more complicated.
All best,
Caragh