Live from the Fillmores Midwest

Last week we had an awful lot of snowy days. I didn't mind, really. I enjoyed getting outside to shovel the snow and get some fresh air. But one night in particular we had an awful lot of snow dumped on us. Again, I didn't mind getting out to shovel it, but once I got into it a little, I realized the intensity of the task that lay before me. As is normal with heavy snowfall, I had to shovel each spot two or three times to clear the deep snow away from the driveway. Which amounted to the above picture. Again, no complaining. Good exercise. Muscles burning. Feeling good. But I'll confess that when I headed over to begin shoveling our sidewalks, I felt greatly humbled.

Our neighbors to the left had snow-blowed the sidewalk in front of our house without me asking them to. And our neighbors behind us had snow-blowed the sidewalk on the side of our house without me asking them to. Can you believe it? Is that "Minnesota Nice", or what? And please note, this act of service was done before 7:00 in the morning, because I never saw them out my window in action.

As soon as we can save enough to buy one, this will be me behind our own snowblower. Watch out. I'm going to repay these good deeds by snowblowing our entire neighborhood.