The first snow is met with enthusiasm by children, snow-plow drivers, and snowmobilers.
The beauty of snow on the farm is tempered by the extra work.
As soon as it stops falling, we push it, pile it, and shape it to our will.
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Isn’t the pushing and piling similar to ‘playing’ in the snow?