My first shovel

My stance was, if I was to move countries and live in snowy Canada, I refuse to shovel snow. I'm not a princess, I can manage household chores, but I don't do garden... until today.

A day after the snow storm, the snow was so deep I didn't have the heart to refuse. It actually wasn't too bad. It's true, there is always a calm before the storm, and once the storm has passed the weather becomes much more tolerable too.

So this is what happens, I move country for a boy and he puts me to work in the yard.



And the first shovel comes with my first snow angel...


For the record, this was just an exception, I'm not backing down on the deal.