This morning, while gazing out the kitchen window, I noticed the yard didn't quite look right. Four of our Leyland Cypress trees had lost the battle with the weight of the snow. I immediately got suited up to go out and see the extent of the damage. I was too late to save the trees, I saw at least one uprooted. The snow was so deep. I had a hard time getting out to the back of the yard. It was easily up to my knees. Greg came out to help me and we got the trees on the fence line pretty much dusted off of snow. I had the brilliant idea to go get one of the pairs of snowshoes I inherited from my Father. I brought them out and stepped into them. That was easy enough! Now walk with them. It was like having huge tennis rackets strapped to your feet. I was having fun making cool tracks in the back yard. The problem came with me trying to get down off that snowbank and through the narrow path between the house and the garage. It didn't happen! I ended up plunking down on my butt in a snow bank. It wasn't a pretty sight seeing me try to get up. I was laughing so hard. I finally took the blasted things off and walked out to the front yard to join Greg, who was already working on the huge hew out at the end of the driveway. I couldn't resist putting the snowshoes back on. I was doing fine till I tried to get back up the slope! If my neighbors were looking out their windows, they had a good laugh! I fell, I couldn't get up, I flopped over onto my stomach and still couldn't do anything but laugh. I finally got the snowshoes off and made it down the rest of the hill. Greg said he wished he had his camera, I wish he did too. Maybe we could have been on America's Funniest Videos.
We are supposed to get another storm through here tomorrow. Think I will try out the snow shoes just in the backyard till I get the hang of walking in them.
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