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The snow shovel taunts me.

The solstice was just a few days ago and I spent most of it among a pinkening crowd on the beach in Ocean City, New Jersey. Yesterday, back in humid and hot Buffalo, the sun gleamed high and bright and long as I mulched the front garden and putzed in the back.

I slumped over my grilled cheese and salad dinner last night all sun roasted and dehydrated. My chair position gives me a command view of the back yard and vegetable garden and I like to gaze out there in the evening light, especially after a day of garden toil. Everything looks so promising at this time of year.

SnowShovel1I glanced at the garage doors and my eyes snagged on something shining yellow and glowing through the window. It was the snow shovel. It is dangling from a hook in the back of the garage and should be invisible for the summer. It isn’t your turn, I thought at it. I can wait, it told me.


  1. karen Matsinger says

    This is so funny. I step over a fleet of snow shoels in my garage that seem to creep forward each time I go into the garage. They are a plastic K-mart-born mob.

    • I think the good people of Buffalo live in the spaces between winters. When I moved here I thought of the Starks…

    • No, I’m not. I don’t like that hanging lurk going on in the back of the garage. I’m definitely keeping the snow shovel and snow thrower separated. No evil wintery plotting.

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