There's no doubt about the fact that where I live has real winters. Ones with snow, wind and at times frigid temperatures. This unusually snowy winter has created some extra work for me. I'm a pretty routine creature. And I can be anal retentive about things. One thing that I have an intense dislike of is having dog turds on my lawn. I find it disgusting. With (now) 4 dogs you can imagine the amount of waste material that can accumulate.
On a normal day I would take the dogs out into the field for their morning business, and train (and expect) them to go in the shelter belt for any other deposits. This winter with the ridiculous storms and snow my dogs have taken to leaving their deliveries in the most convenient place for them. This just happens to be my yard. I certainly understand their viewpoint. After all, most places the snow on the field is deeper than they are tall.
All last week we had warm, balmy, melting snow weather. All last week I eagerly anticipated this weekend, and all the wonderful things I'd accomplish. Things like clean up those suddenly appearing turds. And today, after storming all day Saturday, my yard once again looks pristine and clean. Not because I've cleaned anything, oh no, only because everything is once again buried under a layer of snow.
So now, I wait, for the mystery turds to reappear in my yard. Gone today. Here tomorrow.