“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles,
Through the deepest snow,
To keep an appointment,
With a beech-tree, or a yellow birch,
Or an old acquaintance among the pines.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Last night’s Snow Blizzard of 2011
Did not break the 1967 snow record
But my spouse now believes our walk
To the grocery store, was quite absurd
Our dogs woke us up at about 3 AM
They all wanted to frolic, in the snow
But our backdoor wouldn’t even open
So we had to dig it out, don’t you know
It will probably take us most of today
To dig our vehicles, out of our garage
About twenty inches of snowdrift, there
With 50 mph arctic winds – what a barrage
And wouldn’t you know it, we were out of milk
And my dogs were all pouting – no more Milkbones
I told my spouse, we should walk to the grocery store
I told her it would be fun, and I didn’t want to go alone
I informed her that Thoreau would often walk many miles
Through deep snowdrifts, just to visit with his favorite trees
I told her, that it would be good exercise and quite invigorating
I guess I got carried away and told her how romantic it would be
I am very lucky I guess, that she was still in a Blizzard Stupor
She had forgotten the grocery store was quite a distance away
I tried to convince her, that we should sing while we trudged on
But I think that she’ll be giving me ‘The Silent Treatment’ today
At least my slobbering dogs are all happy now,
As they are now, all chomping away, on their treats;
“Uh, Sweetie, can you hurry up and finish your cereal,
We have to dig out the garage – now won’t that be neat?!”
©2011, I’m Gonna Sing While I Shovel, Mr. Ed,
But If I Know My Wife, She’s Goin Back to Bed
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Love ya!
Jane
Anna
Happy Snow days,
Amber
Mary
Remind me to tell you the joke about a guy and his snowblower.
~W~
Thanks Dick
You tell this with great charm and quiet humour
and mature acceptance of the situation.
Very fine indeed.
John