The first low has passed, carrying its rains away to the northeast, and now the second low is coming up the coast, rapidly strengthening and becoming the boss. While the first low didn’t give us much wind, the winds are now picking up. While the radar was showing the rain sliding out to sea, it now shows the edge of the rain moving back west.
As this rain edges west it is running into cold air draining south, and turning to snow. It likely will not get far enough west to give me more than a dusting, but along the coast they could get a bit of a shock this morning. Joe Bastardi is already up, over at the Weatherbell site, and he posts this GFS computer prediction of snow totals:
I’m located along the southern border of New Hampshire, where the dark grays grow lighter, indicating less than an inch of snow, but just south of Boston it looks like they could get seven inches, where the blues grow purple. They can keep it.
My body is telling me it is 6:30, but the clock has been set back an hour, and states it is 5:30 AM. I suppose the politicians feel a sense of power, and that they control time, but my rooster thinks little of them. He looks east for the dawn, but sees nothing but a nor’easter’s darkness. Therefore he yawns, and catches some extra shut-eye.
Up in the heights the white pines are roaring
As here in the valley I wish I was snoring.
I’m given an extra hour to sleep
But my mind saw the ceiling and couldn’t count sheep.
I’m up and alert, but all I can see
Is that even my rooster is smarter than me.