By Lyle HillyardSenator, District 25 The other evening, I was outside shoveling my driveway and walks (for the third time in 24 hours) when a neighbor came over and asked if I wanted to borrow their snow blower.
I told her that I have always loved to shovel walks and doing so reminded me of my youth when I grew up on a small farm in Northern Cache Valley.
Whenever there was a big snow storm, my father would awaken me early and the boys would all go out and work shoveling paths to the various pens, barns, and driveways so the vehicles could get out.
We often went to help neighbors just because they needed it.
When we arrived home, we could smell the hot chocolate that my mother made (none of this instant stuff) as we entered the house.
My mother had a job so most mornings, breakfast was just eggs and bacon with toast.
After shoveling the walks I love to see that I have accomplished something and while I don’t drink hot chocolate any more, a bowl of hot cereal with a handful of raisins really hits the spot. I am sure if I had a snow blower, I would be tinkering to make it work and be done so fast that there would be no silent contemplation that being alone in the outdoors can accommodate.
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