We’ve had a great visit with Sara in Boston despite the cold. We sent her back to the dorm to study for a while and settled into the Morrison House bed and breakfast for a little rest after a full week. Before too long, the rain turned to fat flakes. Looks like they’re just getting fatter, too. I’m starting to take it personally.
Maui, here I come.
You can’t really see it, but it’s snowing in this post-breakfast photo of the front garden of the Buttonwood Inn, Mt. Surprise, NH. While we were eating breakfast, the rain got fatter and flakier. Soon there was no doubt that it was snow.
In 2007 when Sara and I visited Boston over Spring Break to look at colleges, there was an unpredictable 9 inches of snow overnight the day after we arrived.
Sara told me she figured out where the abominable snowman had been hiding for 17 years when she saw my reaction to the snow. Shoot, I had tennis shoes and a light jacket. This time I’m better prepared and more cheerful. Besides, it was a dusting and it didn’t stick. We had sunshine this afternoon.
The Maui Stamper 