
Yes, my prized possession. When my husband became ill, all the men at church talked to me about the weather conditions, having to push a wheelchair through the drifts, long driveways to shovel, all those things. Their eyes gleamed with wanting one themselves, they did not have one. Oh, their joy at the thought of one was contagious. And I went and got a very nice one indeed. They ask me every winter if I plowed, and nod with serene joy that I am not shoveling-they live vicariously through me. :wah:
Do you still build snowmen?