FOR THE LOVE OF SHOVELING SNOW

The few times I've had to shovel snow this winter, I've found myself thinking about Grandma and Grandpa Lund and their perfectly shoveled walk. As a little girl, I remember walking up to the house, the snow (up to my little girl waist) shoveled in a perfect curve away from the walk. I can picture Grandpa, his strong back, his strong hands, shoveling...shoveling...shoveling. I always wondered why they kept a broom on the porch during the winter but now I get it. I think I inherited my snow removal OCD from my Grandparents. :)