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There are stairs under there. |
Today had an outdoor adventure. I bundled up in the tall
snow boots, favorite outdoor coat, a hat, and ski gloves and grabbed the shovel. Dry,
light snow had drifted against the back storm door and was cleared, along with
the back steps. The snow that had drifted against the driver side of the car was cleared. Then
it was over to the front of the house to clear the mound of fluffy snow that had buried the steps and hid the
entryway.
It was quick work. There was a lot of snow, but it was feather
light and easy to throw. Icicle daggers were knocked down from part of the front of the house with the shovel, but the snow out back is too deep to trudge through to reach the icicles on that side of the house.
Thank goodness for the quickness of the work, because it was cold. My body was warm
enough in my coat, but my toes were chilly in my boots and my fingers were cold in
the ski gloves. It’s been ages since I had a reliably warm pair of snow gloves,
despite buying ski/snowboard brands.
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| Winter sunset thought the trees. |
From an energy standpoint, I could have kept
going, clearing the access to the shed and the recycle and trash bins, but the cold
hands cut that short and I returned to admiring winter from inside the house. As the sun was setting, I camped out at the window trying to get a glimpse of the pink sunset through the trees and the icicles on the back of the house. It's rarely successful, but I check it out most days anyway.
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