Snow chore brings father closer to a son -3

 Con’td from Snow chore brings father closer to a son -2

Nick has completed a fourth of the shoveling that remained to be done by the time I go back outdoors. I’m refreshed following the digging out from our snowed-in house here on the East Coast of the USA Wednesday. I now can walk the full length of the brick path. Just have to step onto 24-inch snow drifts another 20 to 25 feet to get to the door of the chicken coop and clear away the ground where the door will swing open. Don’t want to spill any of this chicken food I prepared inside our home. Afraid if I put it down, I’ll knock it over by stepping on it or swinging the door into it.

Slowly, I “brush” aside the snow, remove the long metal part bracing the door, then unlatch it. I see very little because of the darkness inside. It’s after 6 p.m. now. We started shoveling when it was still light out, but lost the light as the minutes dropped off with each shovelful of snow.

Snow was so heavy in some places, that one of “durable” plastic shovels broke right off the handle. Will use the plastic as a heavy-duty dust pan come the next several seasons. I’ll use the wooden handle as a stake.

I walk inside the shed we converted into a chicken coop. All four of the fowl huddle together on a four-foot high cage below the electric heater. I barely make out the rooster before hearing some clucking.

I can feed them, and not worry about digging the rest of the pathway, I begin to think. Nick will complete the rest of the task. And, I have enough confidence in him, that I know he’ll do a good job, and not cut corners.

After finishing feeding the birds and the “Cwazy Rabbit,” Nick and I look over our handy work, the snow removal. The falling snow has covered much of what we had just exposed. An hour or two later, we’ll look out the dining room window and see two more inches have fallen, covering the  pathway we just dug.

Stuck inside the house while Winter howls outside, we watched two movies together. Looked at pictures taken of Nick when he played in the worst snow storm of the century, the “Winter of  ’96,” (that was the ‘Twentieth Century,’ remember 1996?) and I can’t help but feel grateful that it has taken an act of Mother Nature to bring my son and I so closer together. As family. As friends. As loved ones.

Beginning of story:
Snow chore brings a father closer to his son
 

9 comments on “Snow chore brings father closer to a son -3

  1. JhanaJian says:

    And the snow is so beautiful too when first falling. I can almost see the scene. Thankfully you didn’t have to drive in it, so that potential treachery was avoided. I wonder sometimes when the snow is freshly falling what it must have been like before cars. I wonder what it would feel like to ride through the snow in a ‘one horse open sleigh.’ No traffic noise, no traffic, just the silence and the beauty of the falling snow. I’ll never know. I can only imagine.

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  2. Michele says:

    Hi Mike, this is very touching and poetic. There is something good to come out of this snowstorm! Don’t overdo it. Michele

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    • contoveros says:

      Michele,

      Good to hear from Mt. Airy. Don’t worry. I’ll shift more an more work onto that dutiful son. Well, at least, I’ll try to . . .

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  3. Terri says:

    Isn’t it wonderful to spend quality time with your kids..I just love it when that happens!!!

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  4. Snædís says:

    Good to read you again Michael J! Beautiful story, so glad you are ‘enjoying’ the snow and bonding with your youngster. Hope your eye is good! And hope to visit your warm, loving cyber space living room more often in the near future.

    All the best,
    Snædís

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    • contoveros says:

      Back from Iceland?

      I felt the sun shining on our snow here at the East Coast of the USA. Must have been Snædís smiling our way. Yeah, a big smile!

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