Life in the foothills to the Berkshires is never without snow. After our last snowstorm, my dog and I ventured out to walk on the dirt roads in our neighborhood, and the only vehicles we saw were the plow guys.
The landscapers and lawnmower guys who champ at the bit waiting for a storm to hit to earn income were plowing up and down the driveways on the road. I saw at least six of them within a 20-minute time span.
It freaks me out to see and hear those weather forecasters harping on and on about a snowstorm, as if we have never seen one and will be trapped in our homes forever. Not in New England. If you have a plow guy, or can do it on your own, you will be free to come and go in a matter of time. The town crews will come and plow your road, and if you are lucky, they will come on a timely basis.
As for your own driveway, you will either get your butt in gear and plow it yourself, snowblow it or, God forbid, shovel it. If you are like me, the music to your ears will be the sound of the plow guy scraping his plow on your driveway.
A large storm? No problem. He will come and plow a couple of times. You can get your car out after the first sweep, and chances are good that the second sweep will be completed before you get home and pull into your garage, if you have one.
It’s kind of like having a kid’s birthday party and a cleaning crew comes in before it is over and cleans up the mess that is there, and then, at the end, cleans it all up. Eureka! Happy days are here again.
You can then come and go as you please, pay the bill when it comes via snail mail, or download it when you get it online. Your life goes on, neat and tidy.
The plow guy — don’t you just love ’em?
Lynn K. Cooper
Westhampton