SNOW PLOWING

 The road ends here.  As you can see, the township plowed my road again this week.  I commend them on keeping this narrow, dead end road clear this winter. 

 There is no room to turn the monster plow around, so Terry has to back the truck down the road. Often, at 3:00 am or so, I hear the beep, beep, beep of the snowplow as it backs down the hill.  The yellow caution lights flashing through my curtains.  Sometimes, if I am awake when Terry comes by, I turn on the porch light to signal a big THANK YOU.  

 The sun rising in the east.

 The long hill Terry backs down.

A glimpse of the back yard, and lots of dog prints.

 

Th front yard, which is the bird feeding station.

 

The Tally Ho Tahoe has not moved in a month.  

 

As Johnny Cash said, "the piles got higher" or was it "the ring of fire", or was it hire the elderly, or did he hear the snow plow a comin' round the bend, near the prison.  Or all of the above?

Or....

 

 ,,,,was it "Lex-us entertain you".

Or maybe it was "Daddy sang base while Momma sang with Ben-Hur"

You know I could do this for hours don't you?

Zip it.