There it sat…lonely and forgotten…

 Recently as I shuffled around my shed putting the lawn mower away and getting out a rake to clear up some fallen tree limbs in the yard, I saw it. There, in the back of the shed it sat…lonely…forgotten…covered in a layer of dust and pollen. My snow shovel. It’s one of those “ergonomically designed” snow shovels that doesn’t kill your back when you’re hauling snow. Sadly, the shovel hadn’t seen one second of service this past winter. Of course, the entire season of winter more or less simply skipped over Raleigh this year.

It felt like autumn and spring tag teamed together and completely knocked winter out of the weather picture. The so-called threat of cold weather coming down from Canada (as a local weatherman always says) or a good freeze were forecast a couple of times, but those weather patterns always seemed to hit a brick wall as they made their way south. Oh, it got chilly a few times, but never chilly enough to get any kind of a decent snowfall.

As I looked at the forgotten snow shovel, I had a flashback to my childhood in Canada. How a snow shovel in our shed back home never had a layer of dust on it since it was used so often. Almost every day in winter, in fact. Sometimes we got so much snow that I went through more than one snow shovel in a winter. My father was always generous and if I told him a snow shovel broke and I couldn’t do any more shoveling, a new one would mystically appear in the shed ready for me to use…and he made sure I always saw it too!  He claimed that “snow shoveling builds character.” Well Dad, I want to thank you for the 30 years of character you built in me shoveling all that snow off the driveway! 🙂

Remembering my chores, I reached for the shovel and blew the debris off it. I even took it outside and shoveled up a bit of pine straw with it, but it just wasn’t the same. The snow shovel craved snow…and honestly, at that moment, so did I. Living in the south, I’ve gotten used to not having a white Christmas, but a whole winter without a speck of that cold powder?

I returned it to its spot in the back of the shed, destined to stay there for many more months. Until next winter. That is, of course, unless autumn and spring decide to tag team and knock winter out next year too!