Small town living, part 43

Last night we got a bunch of snow -- probably in the 18 to 24 inch range. Taa-Daa!! The first snowshoeing pic of the year -- Maryellen with Waverly tucked in her jacket.

And here is a little small-towns-are-awesome story. Our neighbor Allen has a plowing business, and he does our "driveway" (really just a dirt path) every winter for an extremely reasonable rate. So this morning, I went and dug our Subaru out a little, and I figured I would just wait for Allen to show up, and when he cut a path out to the road, I could move the Subaru, and he could finish the job.

So imagine my surprise when I saw another neighbor of ours at the end of our driveway with his big four wheel drive Hesston tractor. I ran out and thanked him for knocking down the berm that the road plow had thrown up, but I explained to him that Allen does our plowing, and I was waiting for him to come along. Francis (our neighbor with the tractor) explained that Allen was in Maine for the weekend, and chances were with all the snow that he would not be back until tomorrow, so Francis was going around and helping folks in the neighborhood get out and about.

I had no idea Allen was out of town (although I should have noticed that fact when I drove by his house yesterday on the way to the West Barnet General Store). And if Francis had not come by, we might still be waiting to get out. Thanks Francis!!!