Snow is unpleasant. The second worst blizzard in New York’s recorded history is cause to join a friend looking for something photo-worthy. You can’t go wrong with a snowperson built by a little girl.
That’s my car under the snow drift. The shiny new shovel is in the backseat. Yes, is. I take the subway to work and my loved ones are safe, so I’ll reassess the need to dig it out later in the week.
More from our walk. The neighborhood looks better and people are friendlier with a little shared struggle.
Oh, and that number one worst snowstorm? February, 2006. As Mrs. Suburban Wife and Mother, I had to shovel the path to the house, the sidewalk, the driveway. I am so grateful that ten years later, I could take the time to briefly appreciate the beauty of a blizzard.