I see the flakes coming down and watching the blanket falling and getting ready to spread doesn't excite me. I see the beauty of it, but bottom line, bad back + shovel = misery. There was a time when kids would knock on your door to shovel. Not anymore. I remember one snow storm my little brother made $400 in one day shoveling out the elderly in an upscale community. The work ethic is drilled in our bloodstream.
I have the blues and the music to go with it. If you could write a brief blues song, what would the lyrics be?