I awake to see the empty canvas laid out by mother nature — rolling hills of white bumps like Christmas cookies dusted with powdered sugar. 4 inches of snow had fallen through the night.
Like clockwork, every male neighbor opens their garage door at 9:00 AM on this Sunday morning. Each dressed in snow garb, with stocking caps, boots, snowsuits. . . some just in sweatpants; each priming their snowblowers to carve the landscape away.
The sound of small engines echoes down the street as streams of snow fill the air. Each one helping his neighbor, cheerfully wishing good morning as they clear the pavement.
Ahh…. Anytown USA. It’s good to be here.
