Minnesota experienced its first genuine winter storm last night and into today. In our neck of the woods we received somewhere between 8 and 10 inches of beautiful, sticky, wet snow. I only wish I would have had more time to make a snow sculpture because the texture was perfect for creative endeavors.
The problem with this amount of heavy snow is getting the driveway cleared out. My husband was able to burst his way through to the highway and go to work, but told me not to try to use the snowblower. This type of snow quickly clogs the chute and can be dangerous.
When he arrived home later in the day he was able to blow a path wide enough to get our vehicles down the driveway, barely, but the snowblower sounded like a frog with diarrhea. He stopped before the machine broke down and said we’d have to make do with what he was able to accomplish. Unless… our neighbor Kevin could clear us out with his truck and snowblade.
My husband gave Kevin a call and Kevin said their truck was having mechanical problems. How dire was our need? My husband told him not to worry about it, we’d get by just fine. A few hours later Kevin had our driveway cleared beautifully. When my husband offered to pay him, Kevin refused to take anything. “Neighbors help each other out,” was all he said. Such has been our relationship over the years. We couldn’t ask for better people, better neighbors, in our life. It was the best part of my day.
