Another thought on this snow.
In New York, I hated the snow, and if you live in a city, you know why. Snow in an urban setting turns to black slush almost immediately. Puddles the size of ponds form at every corner, making crossing the street an ugly adventure. (And for some elderly or disabled people, an impossibility.)
Add to this, walking dogs in slush and snow. And add to that, one dog (guess who?) whose paws were highly sensitive to salt - which local building supers dumped on the sidewalk when the first flake fell - and had to wear booties. On top of that, the snow made it more difficult to avoid other dogs for our bootie-wearing monster.
It was a lot of work, it was inconvenient, and it was ugly.
Today, the snow in my backyard and on my street is still pristine. Around the corner on Lakeshore, Port Credit's main drag, it's slushy and dirty, but outside my window and where I walk Cody it's a winter wonderland.
Another example of better living brought to you by Canada.
OK, not Canada. But a nice side benefit of life in the suburbs.