Sure it looks like a lot of snow if you've just returned from 70 degree temps in Georgia, but, compared to our neighbors 40 miles or so to the south, we really only have a paltry amount on the ground right now. Not even 6 feet.
We haven't yet acquired a snow blower. I'm rather fond of my shovel, actually. It's interesting to watch other people push those noisy monstrosities around, though. The plume of snow thrown off by those things can be quite amazing. Still, when you watch someone shovel, you often see them stop, stretch and you may even catch a self-satisfied glimpse of accomplishment in their eyes as they survey their work. When you watch someone snowplow, it's like watching a drone...no smiles, no stretches or pauses to catch one's breath. Instead, there's just that "get it done quick" grimace. No way. Give me a shovel any day!
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