Gravedigger

I spent the morning shoveling snow again. I was using a regular dirt shovel because the size is more appropriate for my puny arm strength (Ben had the regular snow shovel). All I could think was that this was what a gravedigger felt like: slice in, carve out, heave up, repeat. Over and over. It was a surreal moment.

And then, you know, we were back to being giants throwing boulders.

But anyway, I've decided that we've actually done some landscaping. I like to call them snow terraces.



Also? I'm not wearing any shoes* in these pictures. And only one glove. I am wearing two pairs of socks, though. And a mountain lion hat.




*I'm also not wearing any make up. Click to enlarge at your own risk.