Mr. Toro

 Here we go again its snow again. 

It was fun when I was young even if I never made a snow angel just for a good time but now my bones ache at the thought of seeing a weather forecast that brings me

snowflakes in the morning 

before corn flakes for breakfast. 

My body no longer smiles when it is time to shovel and my snow blower does the same. It seems we are both getting too old for this job and we sputter and choke when it is time clear a path. I try to understand why me and my machine no longer operate the way we used to but it only gets me mad. If it isn’t this, than it's that punching my body and I just cannot function the way I wish. 

I cannot replace a spark plug or restore every over used part like I can with my hypersensitive blower. When it is time to start the engine its like giving CPR and I am lucky to get it started even when I use a defibrillator to give it life. 

Finally I hear a life coming from my aging sputtering blower and I rev the engine so it doesn’t choke. I feel a sense of relief once in for all and we are ready to go. 

A smile appears on my face, I give thanks that my old friend Mr. Toro has come to life and is ready to help me clear one more snow.