I remember going to bed and waking up to snow so deep the fences disappeared. I have hundreds of memories, even those outrageous winter make me smile. The worst part is just getting out in order to get started. It's the gift that keeps on giving. Those first few years the main objective was to clear a path to the outhouse!! LOLFather / Son bonding... we'll call it that. 2 frigging hours to get the hoe back up his laneway after the second load of wood. Surprised neither of us have a broken leg or arm after going azz over tea kettle so many times falling on the polish I put on it escaping the first time....
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