We received a little over a foot of snow on May 18 and May 19. I will never grow accustomed to that. In 2014 we received almost a foot of snow on Mother’s Day. This year it happened after Mother’s Day. The snow forced me to miss the ordination of Clark Lenz to the diaconate, caused me to have to cancel a medical appointment, and I was informed by guests coming from Missouri to visit tomorrow that they had decided to just return home via the northern route from Yellowstone National Park rather than come south through all of the snow. I could certainly understand that decision.
The family vehicles were all stuck in the driveway from when we returned home from work on Thursday evening. I started the long haul of digging our way out. It did not take long to realize that I would prefer to simply wait for warmer weather in June or July–even though that is no guarantee either. I got back at it early this morning and was making minimal progress. That is when my neighbor showed up with more than a shovel.
It is beneficial to have the right equipment when tackling a job. As this type of snow event seems to happen on a regular basis, I think I will have to be more intentional about finding a place to live in town. It is beautiful out on the prairie, but I am getting too old to deal with the frustrations of snow removal from September through May.
It will be a muddy mess for a while, but at least we can get out again.
Congratulations to Deacon Clark Lenz.