shoveling

Last night, while eating dinner I was smiling at the snow finally falling outside my window. The sparkling flakes where beginning to gather on the earth, building up a few inches. Too excited to stay inside, I pulled on my large boots and warmed myself in a big blue down jacket that I hadn't worn in ages. Then fuzzy mittens, my favorite winter accessory. I trudged myself out the garage door and grabbed the big orange shovel. Pushing the snow to clear the long driveway took over an hour. It was such a good workout, I could feel my arms beginning to ache, and my cheeks had that wonderful chilled feeling that made it feel like pure winter.