You’d think I’d be happy

You think I’d be happy to see the snow melting. But all it does is expose the disaster my deck has become after a winter of tossing out bird food and peanuts for my fine feathered friends. When it gets all wet and melty and then the sun shines on it, the resulting mass is as hard as a rock and truly gross to deal with.

OK, my broom, my shovel and I are going to go try to make a difference before the board of health shuts me down.