Okay, well, yes, winter is far more beautiful here in the country than it generally is in the city. That’s an observation that Raymond has been making recently and that I made mention of in a post a few days ago that (more or less) celebrated winter in the Queensborough area. Fields of sparkling snow, the deep green of the evergreens set off against a layer of white – all that stuff.
But my gracious we have had a lot of snow here in our neck of the woods. And when Raymond and I returned home late last night after a weekend in New England, where the temperature was flirting with 10C, it was a bit of a shock to see that the area North of (Highway) 7 – and actually a bit south of it too – had received yet another very large snowfall, at least six inches’ worth and probably more. It was beautiful, of course, as usual, but – was it going to be a late-night struggle (after a very long drive) to get the car into our driveway?
We needn’t have worried. Our neighbour John, who comes over and plows the snow very regularly for us, had been on the job in our absence, having had to haul out not just the plow but also the snowblower because there was such an accumulation. The driveway and walkway were perfectly clear and passable – a nice welcome back to the Manse.
And I should add that the roads in and around Queensborough, rural though they may be, were also in fine shape thanks to our local snowplow driver, my old schoolmate Ronnie. Here is a little video that our friends at the downtown Queensborough business Pronk Canada (a brilliant machine shop run by Jos Pronk, the guy who can, in the words of another Queensborough friend, “make anything”) posted one late December night when the snow was falling heavily yet again, showing Ronnie coming around the corner and getting the job done so that the rest of us could get around in the morning.
As Marykay said in that delightful Facebook post, “When it is really bad outside you really are thankful when Ronnie comes by.” Indeed! And Raymond and I are also very thankful when John comes by.
And much as I love the beauty of winter in the country, I will be really, really thankful when spring comes by.