Something there is that doesn't love a clear driveway,
That sends the frozen-moisture down upon it,
And spills the roadway snow along the edge,
And makes it treacherous for anyone to attempt to pass.
with apologies to Robert Frost...
I shoveled twice yesterday and again this morning. This morning was hard as the snow was more than I thought would be there and as wet as was forecasted. So with a heavy shovel and tired arms, I could only ponder what Robert would have done under these circumstances.