I should be used to harsh winter conditions. And I am, but at some point every winter even the hardest of the hardcore local yokel gets fed up with the cold. It gets old to try to look over or around snow banks taller than the flashing yellow light on a'53 Chevy plow truck. And don't even start a conversation about the idiots who won't clean their car roofs off before they head out to the Maine Mall. At some point every Mainer is ready to lose those red long johns and wear their short sleeves again.
For the most part Mainers seem to welcome the first couple of snows in late Fall. A December and January with decent snow cover is expected. But come January Thaw and the temps jump into the 40s, we expect the climate to start calming down, down shifting into Mud Season. A few last gasps of the white crap is okay in Feburary and even March.
Here in Acton, I suppose we are around 70 inches so far this season. Not a record breaker, but it came down in 6" to 12" increments. Seems like the last month, I've been either preparing to blow snow, blowing snow, or I just finished blowing snow.
I feel the grumps sneaking up on me. Another 8" is on the ground and it's still coming down at better than a 2" per hour clip. I blew out the ends of the drive so tomorrow's clean up would be less stressful for the blower. I noticed the town plows had not been by recently. Sure sign even the snow plow guys are getting tired. Snow budgets are almost gone, no snow days left, and the salt barn is close to empty.
And guess what? More snow in the forecast. Just Excellent.....
..... Damn that frackin* ground hog.
* A tip of my hat to a SciFi series I came to really enjoy.