Sunday was all grey skies, fierce
winds and heavy snowfall from morning till night. As usual, my husband did some
snow removal before noon but then we were away for the rest of the day visiting
his relatives.
When we returned one of our
neighbours had recently ploughed the road with his tractor. However, there was no
way our rear-wheel drive could have managed the thick blanket of fresh snow on
the slight uphill from the road to our yard. Amateur rustics as we are with no
heavy-duty machinery of our own, we had to fetch our manual snow ploughs and
clear a track for the car all the way to the garage.
Monday was totally different. We saw
some patches of blue in the sky for a change and the birds were singing almost
as if spring had arrived. My husband continued with the ever-increasing snow
removal. The passage across the garden between the yard and the house is
already looking rather impressive with a knee-high mattress of white stretching
on both sides.
More snowfall is expected again today. If things
continue this way, last winter’s record may well be beaten and I can’t avoid
joining the battle: I must persuade him to acquire a snow blower.
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