We keep a few snow shovels in our attic for those rare times we have to dig out, and they have been waiting optimistically on the porch since early January. They haven't been necessary in either of the two recent storms; the light and fluffy snow was easy enough to brush off the cars and drive over.
There is a plow service for our community, though, and it has been cold here since the snowfall, so although we have avoided slush, there is quite a bit of ice in our parking lot. Unfortunately, when we tried to make the way to our cars a bit less treacherous, our snow shovels were not up for the job.
No worries though: my wife is from Buffalo, and they know a few things about getting rid of snow and ice up there. So off we headed to our local big box hardware store and, back in the garden tools, scored ourselves a long-handled chopper/scraper.
Back at home, the ice never had a chance. I chopped and scraped and Heidi shoveled the chunks away and sprinkled ice melt on the damp pavement.
"Thank you for your public service," a neighbor said as he walked the newly cleared pathway to his car.
"It was my pleasure," I said cheerfully because, really? There's not much more satisfying than having the right tool for a job.
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