There is something so beautiful about the countryside when it is blanketed in new snow. Before the plows and soot transform the pristine loveliness into something drab and soul crushing, snow is really quite nice. Soon after my initial ooohing and ahhhing however, comes the realization that snow cannot stay everywhere it falls...it has to be moved, pushed, plowed, shovelled, brushed, blown, and scraped away. I have friends in Burlington, Vermont who were busy today with over 30 inches of the lovely white stuff...I am sure though that they ooohed and ahhhed for a moment before wishing they lived on the equator. Maybe.
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