Yesterday afternoon, I had a quintessential Winter Moment as I rearranged the snow shovel and snowshoes in the back of my Subaru in order to make room for J’s snow-blower, which I retrieved after its annual tuneup. And that’s not even mentioning the bag of emergency hats, scarves, gloves, and hand-warmers I carry in my car during the winter, or the stash of emergency snacks I keep in my car in case I ever get stranded on some snowy road between New Hampshire and Massachusetts. Now that winter’s arrived in New England, you really can’t be too prepared.
Airing now in Massachusetts, there’s a TV ad for a local insurance company that contrasts the romantic idea of “winter” with the actual realities of the season. “An insurance company in California thinks this is what a New England winter is like,” the announcer intones as Santa’s sleigh is shown gently floating over a quaintly snowy landscape. “We know,” the narrator continues, “that winter in New England looks like this,” and what follows is video montage showing folks shoveling insurmountable snowdrifts, folks scraping inches of ice from frozen windshields, a bumper-to-bumper traffic jam in a blinding snowstorm, and a car skidded off the road into a ditch. J and I chuckle whenever we see this commercial. Yep, that’s about right.
Last weekend’s first snow was particularly picturesque, but know that’s only part of the picture. Winter is a two-faced season, and in its worst moods it’s essentially unbloggable. Words and pictures can’t capture what it’s like to walk the dog when temperatures are in the teens and it’s windy, and a blog-post can’t describe what it feels like to skitter across icy sidewalks or clamber through ankle-twisting snow heaps. I can try to describe the dirty ugliness of old snow that’s grown gray with road-exhaust or the eyesore caused by a season’s worth of road salt bleaching roads and cars a similar shade of blah. I can describe these things, and I can post an occasional picture, but ultimately you have to live through it to really understand it.
The previous three pictures show the pretty side of winter, when the snow is fresh and pristine and our souls haven’t gotten sick of it yet. A more accurate image of winter, though, is the following photo from my apartment in Keene, where at least one plow-guy apparently thinks we’re going to have an extremely snowy winter, making it necessary to leave an entire yard’s worth of space now for all the plowed snowbanks in the months to come.
This is my contribution for yesterday’s Photo Friday theme, Winter. My landlord will probably have a heart attack when he sees, in person, that final scene of my plowed yard, especially since last year the house next door plowed their accumulated snow banks well into my backyard. During this season of snow, snow, SNOW, plow-guys eventually run out of places to shove it all.
Dec 12, 2009 at 4:06 pm
They push snow on to private properties? Yikes. I guess it has to go somewhere.
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Dec 12, 2009 at 4:17 pm
Yep. This isn’t snow from the street, and it’s not plowed by the city: this is snow from private driveways plowed by private plow-guys.
Plowing snow into your neighbor’s yard isn’t cool, but that’s what happened last year. The guy who plowed my driveway this year asked where the driveway ended, but still plowed all the way into the yard, well past where the driveway ended. It made me wonder why he even bothered to ask…
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Dec 12, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Beautiful photos. I can’t believe it’s winter already. Our autumn was too short. That plow guy is crazy.
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Dec 12, 2009 at 6:44 pm
Ah, I see. So many things I don’t know about living with snow!
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Dec 13, 2009 at 11:05 am
Winter has a way of putting us in our place in more ways than one. Walking the dog on the bitterest day has a way of existentially reminding us what our real priorites are as we share the moment with a fellow animal! Thanks for your blog. It’s fun to see how other folks interpret their sense of place.
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Dec 13, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Oh My! I believe I’d be asking the plow guy if he really thought he should be paid. If that was my property I’d be sending him the bill for the grass replanting. There is no excuse for tearing up that much space is there? We shovel our own and it is an effort to hand carry the snow off our narrow driveway and place it as high as our head some years on our tiny little postage stamp of a front yard.
One year the town came with a backhoe and shoved snow against my farmers front porch to get it out of the street as we had gotten so much in two back to back storms. That same backhoe driver pushed another snow bank through my neighbors chain link fence, and the town had to replace the fence in the spring.
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Dec 14, 2009 at 9:02 pm
I guess you could spend the winter doing a photo series of “X with snow”… Nice pics. And yes, having grown up here I can attest to what winter is *really* like. Then I think back to the last time I was in up in ski country NH (years ago now) and remember how beautiful it was and how amazing the snow is when you can enjoy the snow as recreation instead of something to cope with on your commute.
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Dec 17, 2009 at 10:44 am
I’m in Lowell Ma, and the reason he plowed into the yard is to allow room for future plowed snow. If he plowed to the end of the driveway, the driveway would end up getting shorter after each storm due to accumulated snow
Nice pics
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