Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for November 18, 2009

OMG! He’s finally big enough!

Beautiful, until some smuck messes up the view by shoveling it.

Just remember, don’t eat the yellow (or brown) snow!

For some reason I always liked shovelling snow.

Macushlalondra and Doc you can always come and shovel my snow if you wish. It gets harder for me every year.

I remember as a kid making money in winter shoveling other peoples sidewalks, I always had plenty of spending money.

something to think about clayton

but, as kids, we always think of the work before we think of the rewards. part of the “growing up” process.

I can still remember going up to my maternal grandmother’s in the winter, many times (5200 feet elevation) - this was my mother’s idea, of course, and halfway my dad having to put on chains. Out in the snow, freezing and cursing, trying to get the old-style chains on, me too young to help, my mother in the nice warm car, looking out the window, and exclaiming “Oh, isn’t this beautiful?”. I guess an opinion about “snow” depends on your perspective…

“Snow shovel”??? What’s that? And “chains”?

I will admit to scraping my windshield when I’m in too big a hurry to let the defroster do it for me.

jmd4lsu: We lived in the Sacramento valley in Calif. - no snow, 100 degree summers. My grandmother lived up in the Sierra Nevadas - snow.