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.

Snow pushing update

So. Yeah.

I climbed into the piles, on the sage advice of my LJ friends, and began digging trenches. There was no pushing to be done - I take it that sort of thing has to happen when the snow is fresh.

Here's how much I got done (left side):



Aaaaaaaand here's how much there is left to do (all of which is taller than the bit I did):



Enormous mound in the center of the driveway (which extends up to the top) and that whole wall on the right up until it starts to drop off at the top/middle of the picture.

Oy. I miss the days when snow was just fun.

I did have a good time body slamming the walls into the ditch I dug and then throwing the giant snow pieces (pretending I was a giant, throwing boulders, natch). ;)