We've been going through some pretty, I'd say, wintery weather. It's cold. There is a lot of snow. And with the snow, ice. We get a nice patch right outside our door thanks to the icicles hanging off the roof and sometimes partially melting throughout the day.
There has been so much snow that the cities around here have pretty much plowed through (hee, hee) their salt budgets like, well, like a city that has recently experienced a l o t of snow. Which is problematic. If it snows again.
But, let us be optimistic. Perhaps it won't snow any more this year! And if it does, maybe it will be that kind of snow that lands on the grass and stays, but melts at any sign of cement or concrete or blacktop road stuff.
Maybe with the salt-budget shortage, bagged rock salt will begin reappearing in the stores, because heretofore (it's fun to use words like that) there has been no rock salt anywhere. There has, indeed, been a shortage. None at the market. Or Walmart. My neighbor grabbed the last bag at Lowes.
And so our walkway has remained rather icy.
Except, sometimes, I pull out my magic weapon.
It's great for gourmet cooking, too.