Yesterday, the three of us who work in the church office got to talking. “It’s going to snow tomorrow.” “How much do you think we’ll get?” “It’s supposed to be a big storm, maybe 7 to 10 inches.” Then Linda, who has lived around here most of her life, said to me, “There’s one thing you’ll find out about this little corner of the world. Half the time, the snow misses us.” Claudette, who has also lived around here pretty much all her life, nodded sagely. Linda went on, “Like Lakeville will get clobbered, and we’ll get nothing.” Lakeville is the town just north of New Bedford.

This morning when I got up, the sky was dark grey and it was snowing madly. By the time I got dressed and got out the door, the snow had mostly stopped. When I walked home for lunch, there was perhaps two or three inches of snow on the ground; the sky was blue, the sun was out.