Actually the name of this post should be “The road not plowed,” but that wouldn’t have quite the same cadence as the name of Robert Frost‘s famous and lovely poem The Road Not Taken. The title of which would also, now that I come to think of it, also be appropriate for this post. Which is about winter and snowfall and living in a very rural area. And the helpfulness of neighbours.
So: as I’ve mentioned before, the hamlet of Queensborough is part of the rather sprawly municipality of Tweed. But it’s also right on the border with another municipality, the township of Madoc. And Queensborough Road, which is our main street, has sections in both municipalities. The section that runs through Madoc Township to Cooper Road (which takes one to Highway 7 and the village of Madoc) is the most direct route south to Belleville, where I go to work each morning – so obviously that is the route I normally take.
Which our neighbours have astutely observed.
And that’s why not one but two of them went out of their way to warn me the other day, just in advance of the first snowstorm of this winter, that when there’s been snow I should take Queensborough Road in the other direction (which also dumps one out at Highway 7). Because that section, the one that’s in the municipality of Tweed, gets plowed early in the morning. And the Madoc Township section one doesn’t – and so isn’t as safe.
Have I mentioned before – actually, I know I have, many times – how much I appreciate our neighbours?