For those who have never experienced a close personal relationship with a snowstorm, I can tell you itís very pretty Ė all those snowflakes falling softly, covering the landscape with a peaceful blanket of white. A fresh snowfall is truly a miracle and testimony of Godís glorious creation. Just imagine Ė no two of the several zillion snowflakes piled up in your yard and driveway are alike. The picturesque scene speaks loudly of Christmas, a warm fireplace, family and friends, a good book, and love toward one another.
However ... there is a much darker side to all that pretty white stuff.
It builds up on the roads making driving difficult, if not impossible. Auto body shops enjoy their busiest time of the year with damaged cars stacked up like cordwood in their doorways. After the storm, the temperatures usually fall off the bottom of the chart. Cars wonít start, your fingers and toes freeze, and your nose drips uncontrollably. Then, the driveway must be cleared of snow and slush thatís often knee deep or more. Dressed like Eskimos in survival mode, we sweat while trying to maneuver a heavy snow blower, and shovel until our arms wonít move anymore. Finally when itís finished, we limp back inside where itís warm and dry to sit back and sip a cup of hot chocolate.
But then ... the devil always seems to show up.
From past experience, I just know that city snowplows are lurking somewhere up the street with their engines idling Ė their evil drivers watching and waiting patiently for all the diligent homeowners to finish their hard work. When all the shoveling is done and all the weary workers have gone inside, those massive diesel monsters will roar back to life beginning their long awaited ďstreet clean upĒ pass Ė the final assault.
Do you know where they push all that stuff? Guess what! Almost every homeowner becomes the recipient of at least a 3 foot high x 4-5 foot wide barrier consisting of hard packed, concrete-like, heavy snow and ice - neatly placed smack dab in the end of the driveway. It almost takes a demolition crew using heavy explosives to put a dent in it.
Then, like a herd of blind lemmings being led to the slaughter, everyone will go back out there once more with pick axes, snow blowers, shovels, crow bars, and a team of horses to do it all over again ... and again ... and again.
Oh, the joys of those pretty white snowflakes Ė all zillion of them, plus or minus a few million. And ... did I mention my aching back?
Although a snowfall can be a source of frustration as well as a subject for humor, we must also realize that itís part of Godís magnificent creation serving a purpose according to His plan. The prophet Isaiah wrote the following scripture received from the Lord God using an analogy of rain and snow to show the certainty of the promises in Godís Word.
Isaiah 55:10,11 NASB
ďFor as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
And do not return there without watering the earth
And making it bear and sprout,
And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater;
So shall My word be which goes forth from My mouth;
It shall not return to Me empty,
Without accomplishing what I desire,
And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.
Don, I have read and reread this and can't get the images out of my head! What a delightfully picturesque way to describe one of life's frustrations! I've laughed and laughed, having been there and done that! This bears worth sharing, especially at this time of year when the snowplows are in their element, lurking around the corners just waiting for unsuspecting homeowners to finally clear their driveways! LOL Great writing! Great humor! Just plain great! :)
Don, I just love this! You have the voice of a humorist, and this is simply delightful.
Minnesotans certainly know about that "assault" just waiting up the street (my neighbor and I think we should install orange snowfences along our boulevard after the latest attack sent us back out to shovel). You describe that horrid wall of ice chunks just perfectly. I hope you get this published for all to see.
I hope we get to read more of your humorous observations on the paradoxes of life. You are a great writer and this goes in my favorites. Thanks a bunch!
Oh, can I ever relate to that! hehe. My dad should be alive to read this. He would either die laughing or die of apoplexy, remembering how the men, having just shoveled the whole drive way and sidewalk, would shake their fist at the driver of the big plow as he piled the snow up shoulder high at the edge of our drive way. Oh it was the funniest thing and you've really captured it in this wonderful piece, Don. Kudos!!
This is a great lament for snow. I was a child in Ohio where I spent the winter sledding in snow, slogging through snow, making snowmen, and lying on the ground to make snow angels-- till I almost turned into a snowball myself. This really brought back those special days. I didn't worry about shoveling; that was Dad and big brother's job.
I know first hand about those "evil" snowplow drivers! Oh Don! You know how I've been lamenting about this very subject. We've been trying to function here in Buffalo after the latest snow storm. Loved this piece!