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.
I 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.
wideeyedfunk 
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.
They want out. It is HOT in the garage. Not even a little bit wintery.
As they say in Game of Thrones “Winter is coming.”
I think the good people of Buffalo live in the spaces between winters. When I moved here I thought of the Starks…
I am sure the snow shovel and snow blower sit in our garage the entire summer complaining about how hot it is. Funny thing is…I don’t remember hanging the shovel on that hook. Did it some how make it up there on its own to get a better view of the world through the garage windows?
Chilling. Oh, hah hah, no pun.
I don’t know… there’s something sinister about that shovel. Are you 100% sure it’s willing to wait?
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.
What’s a snow shovel?
Oh man. That’s just plain cruel.