It is 31 degrees outside, not bad at all, except that it makes the snow wet and heavy. Our driveway entry is a pain in the neck when we have snow. For some reason between the ruts made by our car wheels turning in and the snowplows pushing snow mounds across the wide mouth of the drive, it is a good place to get stuck. (A lot of other car also use our drive to turn around in and so the accumulated muck gets pushed up a lot.)

With just this morning’s snow, I turned into the driveway and my Buick said, “Oh, I don’t think so.” But it wasn’t hard-headed about it and I managed to back a little and then move forward. However, I felt a line had been crossed. Why today would be different, I don’t know, but I grabbed a snow shovel and slowly cleared the ruts forming, although the snow is still coming down.

It was kind of satisfying and since it was warmish I thought I’d just do the path to the front door. So I did. Slow pace, use your legs. It was a Sarah Grismore morning (Mother)