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Our precipitation the last few days has been nowhere near as newsworthy as what areas well to our south have been dealing with, but the nuisance dustings of snow we have been getting are a pet peeve of this perfectionist. It’s not enough to justify plowing and quickly becomes more than a broom is effective in clearing. I can scrape a shovel across smaller areas but our long driveway is a bit much for hand shoveling in its entirety.

What light dustings are good for is snow angels on the driveway! While walking the recycling bin back toward the house, Asher laid down to leave his mark.

I told Cyndie it was a doggie snow angel. She stopped to take a picture.

I let go of the recycling bin to make my own snow angel. Cyndie took a picture of that and said it was a bin angel.

And there you have a chronicle of our trip through the dusting of snow back to the house with the dog and the recycling bin.

Later in the day, I took some pictures of Cyndie and Asher playing with his favorite outdoor toy in the front yard.

It’s not snowing this morning, which tempts me to go out and sweep the snow off the deck and shovel the driveway up by the house. However, the weather app on my phone has pinged with a prediction of a series of more ‘dustings’ today and tomorrow. Might as well wait till that passes by.

Maybe, if I wait long enough, it will all add up to justify plowing the powdery fluff off the driveway.

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