No one in New England likes seeing it snow more than Maddie. There might be a few didn’t-study-for-the-algebra-test high school students who look forward to being able to procrastinate for an extra day, but their excitement at seeing snow doesn’t match this pup. And, their anticipation of that announcement being made pales in comparison to Maddie’s expectation of that imminent mound of snow known affectionately as Mt. Maddie.
I posted once about how I maneuver the snow blower around the back yard in order to build Mt. Maddie. That process is always important, but never as important as it is after the first snowfall. By some measure, there really isn’t enough snow to produce Mt. Maddie. On the other hand, if you spend 30 seconds outside with her during the storm, you would understand that her look is saying: “you’re gonna build Mt Maddie…right?”
And, if you stepped inside with me after putting the snow blower away, you would understand that she’s saying:
“Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Mt. Maddie, did you build Mt. Maddie? Did you? Did you? Is it ready? Can we go play now?”
We had our first significant snowfall on Saturday. It rained on Sunday, but enough of Mt. Maddie remains.