Which means more and more and more shoveling.
I love snow to look at but this shoveling means I have to give up my New Year's resolution not to exercise for another year. My muscles are sore which I pledged to prevent by sitting on my duff typing rather than running around the neighborhood like some middle-aged woman in fear of cellulite and sagging arms.
Alas, my body is turning buff, much to my displeasure... yet to the general approbation of the masses.
(Photo compliments of my ten year old: Liam. He risked his barefoot toes in a windy doorway to capture me after shoveling the walkway.)