The first big snow of the winter felt last week, complete with blizzard warnings and high winds. With a long driveway, very rural roads, employees who come to work every day, and regular deliveries both coming and going, I pay close attention to the weather forecast to plan out how to keep the driveway clear. With a big snow, waiting too long can make the driveway almost impossible to clear; but starting too early wastes time and fuel, so I try not to do that, either. During a long snowfall event, I will plow each morning and night.
Our snow plow setup isn’t fancy. We have two large-ish tractors on the farm (well, they seem big to me, but not to my neighbors) – neither with a cab, and both with front-wheel assist. During the winter, I keep a simple grading blade hooked to the back of one, and a large snow bucket on the other. It doesn’t hurt to start both tractors periodically, and a good snowfall gives me a good excuse to start them both. Because it can take a long time to warm up the transmission and hydraulic fluid they use to lower and raise the tools, when the weather hovers down below zero, I will often head out to start the tractor I plan to use, and then come back in for another cup of coffee.
The first plowing of the year lays the groundwork for the rest of the winter and on into the spring. A poorly-positioned pile of snow can melt right into the greenhouse, or cause large drifts every time the wind blows, or take up space I will need for the next big snowfall.
I always plow to the south and the east whenever possible, to avoid drifting, even though it means extra trips up the driveway. I also learned early on to plow driving backwards (the blade goes on the back of the tractor) to avoid driving off the driveway in flat light and deep snow; driving backwards and to the south means I first drive up to the top of the driveway, then back down it, about a quarter mile. Then up to the top again, and back down again. The site of the snow rolling away from the blade easily turns hypnotic, and makes me want to spend all day just moving snow – a dangerous temptation at ten below.
With the driveway clear, I start plowing out the farmyard where trucks turn around to get to the packing shed or the greenhouse, moving all of the snow to the southeast corner, lifting the blade at the end up each run to push the snow up and over the pile. Then, I head back up to the wide top of the driveway, where I build up piles at either side of the entrance so that speedy drivers trying to turn into the driveway have something to bounce off of instead of going straight into the ditch. The farm’s on a stretch of road that bends to the left but banks the other way, and it’s pretty easy to misjudge things; besides, a stuck car means getting out the tractor all over again.

