The only time I really, truly, absolutely hate shoveling snow

I don't mind shoveling. Honestly. It's good exercise if done properly, it gets me outside, and it allows me to bask in the silent beauty of a fresh layer of the white stuff, without enduring the deafening roar of a snowblower. I don't even mind shoveling when it's very cold outside, or when it's still snowing. But if there's anything I hate it's when Mother Nature takes a really deep breath while I'm shoveling and unleashes stiff winds to return the freshly moved snow to its original location, thus reminding me once again that humans are puny little creatures who are no match for her. That I could do without.