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When I left for work this morning, the car had a couple inches of snow on it. The roads were slicker than you’d expect. There were cars in ditches, cars who had encountered other cars up close and personal and then, my personal favorite, the cars driving along at like 30 miles an hour just because the driver is so afraid it might be slippery that they’re not afraid of getting creamed from behind.

Anyway. Tonight I came home and the roads weren’t too bad. As I pulled past my driveway to back in, I paused to see how deep the snowplowed pile might be. Gotta gauge how fast to back in so I can get through it, you know!

But what was this? No snowplow pile? How can that be? And what was that down further in the driveway? A little lump of snow. I back my car in easily and get out.

Someone has carefully plowed my driveway back to where I normally shovel it. And shovelled my walk?

Are there snow-shovelling elves?

I don’t know but I’m grateful to them and their plow-equipped truck, whoever they are! Many thanks for the good deed sent my way. May all your roads be salted and non-slushy.