There was a time when I would do war with winter (NB: There is supposed to be a plug here for a previous post where I explained how me and my trusted shovel, Freudigeschaufel, broke Old Man Winter’s back… but I can’t find that post, maybe because Medium’s search and indexing services suck or maybe because it was a “response” to an article by a Medium “ghost”) but I am not doing war this winter. The snow keeps piling up. I barely clear the area…
