Here in Broomfield, we have enjoyed over a month of beautiful weather. Several days in February we actually hit 70 degrees. Last week my daffodils started blooming and the tulip leaves burst through the ground. Ah — spring has sprung.
And then winter crept in Thursday night bringing 8 inches of snow to Broomfield, and over a foot of snow to the foothills. Not just any snow — Heavy Wet Snow! Perfect snowman snow!
Now what? Map Master was working this Friday, so I was on my own. I really didn’t think it was a good idea to head solo to the foothills and get stuck in the snow. I decided to shovel our walks and driveway. Done. I then moved on to the neighbor’s walks and driveway. Done. I don’t mean to brag (which, of course, is what I’m doing), but I have shoveling down to an art. If there was a snow shovel competition, I’d enter.
After shoveling, the sun came out and it was above 20 degrees, so I decided to hike around Broomfield. It was turning out to be a beautiful day.
I hiked a few Broomfield trails …..
I hiked beside a Broomfield stream that I didn’t even know existed …..
I just kept walking the trails, the streets, the sidewalks, and crossing busy intersections. It was nice to be outside. While walking one of the streets, I came upon a senior citizen shoveling her walks. “Please — allow me. I am a snow shovel pro.” I said. And in record time I finished shoveling her sidewalk.
Maybe after the next snow storm, I should walk with my shovel and a cape!
I wasn’t able to hike the foothills, but managed to get in a good trek (and a little cardio) around Broomfield.
When I got home I checked my Facebook page. You know how everyone posts pictures of their patios and homes buried in snow, and then there’s that friend in Florida that posts, “Oh that’s too bad. It’s 80 degrees here.” Don’t you just hate that?!?!?