The Rowing Team

 One of the best things I've done in recent memory was to hire the University Rowing Team to shovel the snow on our driveway and walkways.

More than a month ago now the doorbell rang one evening and I looked outside to find 7 or 8 young people, all tall and with massive shoulder spans, selling a season pass of snow shovelling to raise money for their team.  "Sign me up" I fairly shouted.
It wasn't inexpensive but I knew that for us it would be a bargain: my snow shovelling muscles have gone kaput and MrBP is busier at work than he's been during any winter ever.

I woke up this morning at 7am to a house of absolute silence: Lil' Rascal is at a sleeplessover, MrBP is already at his office, and Scout is flaked out in Ole Rascal's room in a deep dog slumber.

 I peeked outside to find our snow already cleared.  The Rowing Team shows up at about 6:30am if we've had any snow at all, so all is sorted by the time I have my first coffee.

I still haven't seen them in action but my hubs caught them one morning.  He said they swooped in, the team of them, and made quick work of it, effortlessly throwing snow up on the banks with those strong young backs and shoulders.
They're like superheroes!

I leave you with a picture of my neighbour's house across the street, on a snowy but bright morning last week.  Today is overcast with heavy snow clouds and cold, we are blanketed in a winter wonderland.

I'll be home tackling my housework today and then sorting out snacks and treats for later this afternoon: it's Miller Time tonight aka The Super Bowl!  Are you watching?  This is like Christmas for football-crazed MrBP.

Happy Sunday,
xoxDani