Most often an optimist, my moments of pessimism sometimes pay off. Last week, not even an hour after we talked about melting
snow and bare earth, it snowed. I just knew that would happen.
That night, we shoveled the driveway.
Then, starting two days later, it snowed for three days straight. We cleared and shoveled often. We almost broke a shovel.
With the romantic fancy of my burgeoning hope for spring, I’d be blameless in muttering a sailor’s curse or three as I tromped up an (...)
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