Hey, wanna see a dirty picture?
No, not that type of dirty picture. I try to run a family-friendly blog here.
Those of you who think snow is the be-all and end-all might be wondering how those of us who live in what I shall call so accurately the snowbelt can get sick of that magical white stuff that floats down from the sky.
A walk yesterday with Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, through our Syracuse city neighborhood reinforced my answer.
Even my pooch would not sniff this dirty snowpile.
This is what snow becomes around here after it’s pushed into a big bunch. There it sits, attracting every stray twig, leaf, dislodged grass clump, ball of road salt, grain of sand, and ugly portion of all things nasty in the immediate area.
Beautiful it is not.
Does a pile like this make you wish for new snow to cover it up?