We woke up this morning with a dusting of snow on the ground. It wasn’t a surprise. The weather guy has been forecasting it all week, and people have been talking, most with moans and groans.
Not me. I’m ready. The trees are already half-bare; pine needles cover the yard. A coating of snow pretties things up. The first snow of the season always does. Besides, it won’t snarl traffic. The roads are too warm for much to stick, and here in Boston’s MetroWest, we didn’t get more than an inch.
But it’s a harbinger.