We got a pretty solid snow, about 9 or 10 inches of the heavy stuff. It was a three-man clearing job. I did the front steps, front walk, sidewalk and the four Hellish feet where the bastard plow operators got their jollies packing us in. Ho ho.
The sons are at the driveway now…no mean feat.
I had cleared the upper deck and back stairs, feeling righteous. I wasn’t emotionally prepared for the path to the lower compost bin. Sure, both levels of the deck get more snow, fallen, drifted and blown than the yard gets. However, this was a first when Nature goofed on the Earth Machine.
It was buried.
So it was digging down and far-flinging heavy snow off the deck, off the stairs, to create a path to the compost bin. Then it was humping off snow over the brick and grass to get to the huge marshmallow that hid the Earth Machine. Finally, it was carefully clearing the lid to allow access.
I’d been clever putting in our two compost bins. There’s one in the back that we use in warm weather. It’s a nice little walk with our stainless steel bucket of vegetative matter topped off with warm water. Then come late fall, we can retrieve rich soil for the fall prep of the flower and vegetable beds.
The one close to the house is for the winter. It’s close to the kitchen, so that after snows, we don’t need cross-country skis to dump our rotting veggy and fruit parts. This time though, the snow, at least figuratively, laughed at me.