It hasn’t snowed in a few days, but our plow guy Frank was here this morning. He left his plow home.
Frank’s visit follows a phone call early last week. Bad news: We’ve run out of room! Snow was piled so high and thick there was no place to put anything new that fell. He’d have to come with a front end loader and move snow to clear some room.
Isn’t this what they do at the mall? Oh my god! My driveway has reached mall parking lot status!
I am truly winter’s bitch.
I thought you’d enjoy seeing the attached photo of the new piles (one of which sits squarely over the warmth of our septic tank). That pile on the left is around ten feet tall.
As I walked out to take my shots I noticed one neighbor had been on his roof this morning clearing off snow. Another had a ladder leaning against his roof where he too was moving snowing. These, unfortunately, are sure signs water’s coming in the house.
Ice and snow stay outside. Melted snow does not. It’s a time release gift from Mother Nature. No one waits weeks to clear a roof unless they have to.
We’ve all become winter’s bitch.