Write one leaf about too much snow.

In the ten years I lived in Vermont I got used to heavy snowfalls and long winters. When I returned to Pennsylvania I left behind the beautiful white winters and had to, once again, get use to the gray, depressing winters that I had almost forgotten. Our first winter back was short, mild and I happily used our newly purchased snow shovel only two times and both snowfalls barely covered my shoes. Since then we’ve seen a couple ice storms and only one snowfall which required our needing help digging out our driveway, that is until this past week. In the past week I’ve spent nearly ten hours shoveling snow. We’ve had to pay $50 to have our driveway plowed, then, three days later, my wife and I had to shovel the driveway just to save $50. There’s been men on our roof. Squirrels popping out of snow piles where they’ve dug tunnels in search of bird seed. White outs. Giant icicles. Piles and piles of soggy clothes. It’s like we’re living in Vermont again. I really miss Vermont.

(encouraged by writeoneleaf)