So Much Depends Upon a Red Snow Shovel

On Friday, I retired the red plastic snow shovel that has stood sentry outside our front door for the past four months. It was 60 degrees and sunny outside, and I figured it was time for that old shovel to travel to his summer home beside the water heater in the basement. I patted him gently and wished him a good rest, chirping that “spring was on the way!”

Which is why, as I write this on Sunday night, we are expecting up to seven inches of snow.

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