poetry and prose about place

ready for the next snow date

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When I talk about my retirement, the conversation always seems to go to how busy we are.


My days are filled with activity. I spend most mornings writing and reading. In the afternoon, I spend a smaller-than-necessary time on keeping house, making supper or going into town on errands. Evenings are divided between time with my husband and writing, attending meetings or working at some of my volunteer work.


snowbanks in our turn-about last year


The weather can change all of this. My husband has a 40 horsepower tractor equipped with a front end loader and a snow-blower. On snow days, he plows or blows snow from his customer’s driveways. On these days, I am the ‘support worker’. I answer the phones, keep track of where my husband is blowing snow, deliver diesel when he runs low on fuel and take him his dinner.



my husband’s tractor, a L4060 Kubota


Our day starts at about four in the morning. First, the ruler, to measure the fallen snow. Then, the first customer … us! … two passes to make sure I can get the truck out when the time comes. By the time the first refuelling call comes, the truck is cleared of snow, the bird feeders are filled and I have already finished my daily writing objectives.


the snowman is our snow ruler … after some storms you can’t see the measurement


When people complain about bad driving in winter, I can say that I have driven in the worst of the worst. Since most of our 25 or so customers are in the local subdivisions, we are often out removing snow before the side roads are plowed. I am lucky to have a four-wheel drive since this winter, snow over ice has been the norm.


the first tractor we had, a great work-horse, but less comfortable for long days of work


You might think that writing takes a back-seat to my duties when it snows. But not so. I do a lot of my writing in my head as I go about my work. In the evenings, when I drive out with my husband to collect from his customers, I am gathering writing ideas. For example, a few nights ago, as I waited in the truck, a drone lifted from a neighbourhood yard and tracked overhead … a scene for the novel I am working on was born!


the scene where we sometimes eat our lunch


Our lives are busy, but I love variety. I love being part of my husband’s day as he goes about his work. When I take his lunch to him, we talk and watch the falling snow and listen to the radio. And wonder where 37 years of winters have gone!


Copyright Jane Tims 2017

Written by jane tims

January 23, 2017 at 7:10 am

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  1. I really enjoyed this post, Jane. No-one is more important and welcome than our friendly neighbourhood snow plowers. And talk about a timely post!

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    Jane Fritz

    January 25, 2017 at 5:21 pm

    • Thanks, Jane. It seems to be a necessary part of living in the snow belt! I am luckiest of all since the day after it snows, I have the best- cleaned drive of all! Jane


      jane tims

      January 25, 2017 at 6:07 pm

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