I hate snow.
Today I worked the full two shifts, six of the am to ten of the pm. Most of these hours spent on my lonesome in a playground with shovel and salt, my sole soul mates.
People who crossed my path either complained about the weather or suggested that I'd consumed more than the calories allocated to me for the day. I wasn't really sure how to take that...
Today has been a day of odd, strange, clouds in different skies. Before the sun was up the clouds were puce limed gold on a royal blue cushion; as I walked home the same but different clouds hung under the the darkest of star-flecked black-firmament.
I hate clouds
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My children complain that both their mother and I turn into kids when it snows - all we want to do is drop everything and go out and play. We're in the wrong country. Friends moved to Toronto a few months ago and are buried in it. I leave a change in the weather to clear the path and if I can't get the car out it stays put. The only thing I did this year was to cut back all shrubs and hedges so that the weight of snow wouldn't damage trunks or branches - sawn of limbs remain scattered around the garden. I don't cut lawns either and the wood will be put in a pile to encourage frogs.