When the Snow Comes

The magical twinkling of freshly fallen snowflakes enlivens the little girl in me who dearly loves to frolic through a fluffy, white yard. The twenty-year old me could do without driving along icy and dangerous roads, but this is the price one must pay to enjoy the winter wonderland of Upstate New York. The old fashioned girl in me prefers clearing the driveway with a shovel rather than a high-tech snow blower. It's a sure way to get some fresh air and exercise at the ass crack of dawn. Once the hard work is done and the car can make it down the driveway, you can be damn sure I'll be hightailing it to the nearest hill to get in a couple good runs on my sled.

There is more work to be done