Relative Something

To clean or not to clean the driveway, shouldn’t even be a question. If I don’t have to go through the gas-burning effort of using the Yamaha Grizzly ATV to plow the driveway, I prefer not using it. The paltry amount of snow that remains on the surface where I haven’t swept it off does get kind of messy and gives off the appearance of neglect on the part of those responsible for managing the grounds.

I should probably talk to that guy.

It’s almost spotless where I pushed off the snow a day earlier. A pretty dramatic difference.

We are anticipating a delivery of feed for the horses tomorrow, so I’m thinking I should clean off the short distance remaining beyond the shadow of the hay shed before the forklift’s arrival. Just beyond the hay shed, the driveway asphalt is already clear due to its exposure to the wind along the hay field.

Unfortunately, frost heave and snowmelt around the big barn doors have locked them shut. I haven’t decided whether I will have the pallet dropped in front of the stacked bales inside the hay shed or just parked in front of the barn to be carried inside one 50lb bag at a time and restacked on another pallet.

It’s wild seeing pictures of the impressive amount of snow that has fallen over many large population centers to the south and east of us over the weekend. Not our issue to be dealt with this time. I sympathize with their plight, though.

I guess it’s like the vivid difference on our driveway right now. Others are inundated, while we didn’t get any new precipitation out of the big storm, Fern.

At least we’re no longer the only region in the country dealing with crazy cold temperatures. Remember, this is why some weather science folks suggested we change the phrase “global warming” to global weirding. Sorry for the deep freeze, Gulf Coast states!

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