-->-And Yet More Snow Expected This Week-



“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



The sixty plus inches of snow this year
Has not yet broken our snow record
But my spouse now believes our walk
To the grocery store, was quite absurd

Our dogs woke us up at about 4 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 often now takes us most of the day
To dig our vehicles, out of our garage
About twenty inches of snowdrift, out there
With sub-zero arctic winds – what a barrage

And wouldn’t you know it, we were now 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 Mr. Thoreau would often walk many miles
Through the 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 I told her how romantic it would be

I am very lucky I guess, that she was still in a Snowy 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 canines are all extremely happy now,
As they are all now joyously chomping away, on their treats;
“Uh, Sweetie, can you please hurry up and finish your breakfast,
We have to dig out the garage again, now won’t that be really neat?!”


©Winter 2014, I’m Gonna Sing While I Shovel, Mr. Ed,
But If I Know My Spouse, She’ll Be Goin Back to Bed