This winter the snow hasn't stopped coming, day after day, week after week. My mother's veranda was filled till over the brim. Her nice son in law offered to give a helping hand as we were visiting. The second Sunday of February is Mother's Day in Norway.
My mother (85) is considering snow a personal offense, and said, "No way you are going to ruin your health on shoveling that snow.Let me do it!"
She just got carried away, using all her fragile might to hold Gunnar back. Actually she hasn't had this much fun in years.I find Gunnar very patient and generous, giving my mother the opportunity to play.
After Gunnar had picked snow and ice for half an hour, he finally was able to open the veranda door, and my mother can sit in her chair and get some spring sun in her face. Wasn't that a great gift for Mother's Day?
Originated by MaryT, check hers for today