By C. Janelle Posted on February 4, 2015February 3, 2015 Wordless: Human Plow The end of the driveway, the wall of plowed snow at the end of the driveway, and the path to the compost bin. Share this with your friends:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Charity says: 8 years ago Reply It was! Even with my kids helping (sort of…they’re 5 and 9, so enthusiastic but easily distracted), it took 2.5 hours. But I did get to help the postal carrier get his truck un-stuck, which felt like a particularly neighborly thing to do. LikeLike
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WOW! That must have been a bit of a work out.
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It was! Even with my kids helping (sort of…they’re 5 and 9, so enthusiastic but easily distracted), it took 2.5 hours. But I did get to help the postal carrier get his truck un-stuck, which felt like a particularly neighborly thing to do.
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