We got our first real snowfall right before Christmas. It had snowed a couple of weeks before, but it had rapidly melted. The stuff right before Christmas was actually substantial, and it stuck. Here's Ben, shoveling:
Poor Ben really needs some snowboots. Dylan had a good time supervising:
Dylan likes to shovel while waiting for his bus. Such a busy little bee:
This is our across-the-street neighbor, Nephi:
He is the shoveling-meister. He is out every single day. Even if we get a little dusting of snow, he is out sweeping it. He is like 85 years old and has prostate cancer, yet the shoveling is constant.
One day last winter, it had snowed a couple of inches during the night, and I kept looking out the windows to see if Nephi had been out to shovel. He didn't shovel for the entire day, and I was convinced that he had died. Ben came home, and I told him that Nephi hadn't been out to shovel, and he was about to put on his coat and go check on him, but then Nephi came out and began shoveling away.
This is what kills me - we got this killer snowfall during Christmas, while we were away, and I groaned within myself, thinking, Oh crap. We are going to have to do a buttload of shoveling when we get home. But when we got home, the driveway, sidewalks, and walkway were completely clear of snow. We came to find out that Nephi shoveled our walks while we were gone, in addition to his own!!! He's a supernova! And such a sweetheart. Love that man.