This path got snow packed before I could get out and clean it but I did the best I could this afternoon. There's always those places left after the snow blower has been used - the little path to the bird feeders, to my cottage, to the storage shed, those little places that need a little more care. And the broom is the one to do it.
There's kind of a peace and satisfaction to cleaning my little paths with the broom. The rhythmic swish, swish, swish, swish takes me back to when I tagged along grandma as she made her little path to the cellar to get a jar of something out for supper. The brush strokes were so neat and even when you looked back at where you'd been. It's isn't a chore to do this but a connection to her. Diane