I hate snow!

If you miss your seasons so much, please come & shovel my driveway…

Snow.

Do you know it?

I have come to.

And I hate it.

Really.

Filthy pale freezing cold excrescence from an iron gray sky.

After a blizzard, even a mild one, you can’t move until you start shoveling. Sure, in all but the most rural jurisdictions they plow the main roads. So what? You’re on your own getting past the porch and down the driveway.

Good luck.

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The salt they use to improve traction on roads eats away at the steel fenders and undercarriages of cars and trucks, leaving them to rust away as though afflicted with some kind of vehicular cancer. It irritates the pads of dogs’ and cats’ paws, and poisons them when they lick it better. It contaminates ground water and harms nearby aquatic life by raising the salinity of streams and lakes.

Deliveries, however vital, are delayed. Going to work, if you can, entails trudging through waist-high drifts. Your balance, precarious at best, gives way at least once, and as you flail against the fine chill powder vainly…