Even snow needs a good raking...

This is really one of those stories that should be chalked up under the “You really had to be there” category, but I am going to attempt to share it anyways so stick with me.

Several years back when I first met H, I lived in the mountains. She lived near the beach so the concept of snow was new to her. When she would be up visiting on the weekends, she wanted nothing more than to be the one to clear the snow off the windshield of my truck or shovel it from the steps and driveway when she was able to. It was truly new to her.

Fast forward a little and I’m moving out of the house. There is some old snow and ice at the bottom of the driveway. Mind you, I have a friend and some family up helping me move everything and load it into truck. At some point, mom and I realize that H has disappeared. We glance around a little and see her on the other side of trailer, looking intently at the ground while performing some task. Whatever she was doing, it had every bit of her focus.

Naturally, mom and I felt the need to investigate. We move to where we can get a better viewpoint and look blankly at one another. There was H with a metal rake in her hands. Pausing to watch a moment, we realized that she was attempting to rake the snow.  

Curiously, I ask: “Honey?”
H: “Huh?”
Me: “Why are you raking the snow?”
H: “I was trying to get it into a pile.”
Mom: “Generally we use a shovel for that.”
H: “Oh.” She ponders, then a moment later, “Oh yeah, I can see how that would make more sense.”

She is so pretty.