I don’t think I would get outside somedays if it weren’t for moving snow. I had a cold earlier this week and spent the entire day at home on the couch reading journal articles. I wasn’t too sick, so in the afternoon I ventured outside for a half hour to shovel the steps and a few other places in our yard.
This weekend I was getting over the cold, and we spent Saturday morning shoveling snow off of our roof. On Sunday, we hauled more firewood into the basement.
We were grateful for the warm weather that made the work easy and made it feel like winter might not last that much longer. The neighbors are already getting excited about sapping season, and we are making garden plans.