...Just Wait A Minute

If Mom and Gail hadn’t telephoned early this morning I would have slept right through this winter wonderland. We had been expecting a few inches of snow, but it must have fallen gently and steadily in the overnight stillness. I quickly captured what I could with the digital camera. Within minutes, not hours, the snow began to fall from the branches in great lumps with every degree gained and each slight stirring of the wind. There’s a saying here in New England: “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute.” Twelve hours later, near sunset, the bottom photo was how it looked from the dooryard.
Thanks for the call you two!