This week has been cold, close to 20 below, with two days of shovelling. It certainly has put my muscles to a hard test. The ice was the hardest to deal with and even my studded boots didnt make me feel confident. I did not want another broken arm.
I quite enjoy all the movement in the neighborhood. One fellow cant get his driveway cleaned fast enough. He now has a blade on his quad or else his brother has loaned his to him. Another younger neighbour uses his muscles and seems to enjoy the shovelling. He has an ergonomic shovel which I covet. And my neighbours on adjacent lots do a lot of shovelling, using a blower when the snow is high. The small children are outside more than usual, playing for hours, which warms my heart.
The noise pollution is brutal at times with snow plows and snow blowers wrecking my peaceful place. But c’est la vie! If I choose to live in Newfoundland I need to accept Winter.
The fluffy whiteness of the newfallen snow delights the soul. The trees laden with the flakes of snow and ice are beautifully inspiring. I love awakening to the clean covering of newly landed flakes. I loved this as a child and I still enjoy it.
Everything but the walking on ice and heavy shovelling are the only negatives. Anyone driving on surrounding roads would be wary of possible accidents. It all goes with Winter.
This is a Winter photo from a visit to Carleton Place.