I woke up just before 6 this morning to the delightful sound of appliances and transformers and battery back-ups beeping. The cacophony could only mean the power had gone out and come back on. (I know the time because I found one thing not flashing 12:00 at me)
Once the house quieted down again, I still couldn’t get back to sleep… and then I heard a big truck drive by. Not many cars drive all the way up here. And a big truck at 6am on a Saturday? No French person is going to work at 6am on a Saturday. Unless… it is a snow plow driver.
I lept out of bed and threw open the sash (well, opened the shutter in the front room) and saw a blanket of white lit by the flashing light atop the snow plow. Yesterday when we got home it was in the low 50’s. When we went to sleep the wind was whipping up a storm outside. Turns out… it was a snowstorm.