When I stumbled into the kitchen this morning to fire up Ye Olde Coffee Maker, I noticed it seemed colder than usual in the hallway between rooms. That factoid didn't really register until I glanced out the kitchen window -- and then did a double-take.
Is that SNOW out there?
A closer examination verified that, yes, there was a goodly scattering of both snow and hail here and there about the landscape, especially on rooftops and cars. Well, I'll be. See, being at sea level here, we don't get much of the fluffy white stuff, as a general rule. The hills to the east of Highway 101 may display a powdered sugar dusting from time to time but, down here, it stays green.
I took some pictures, of course, but I could have waited. It wasn't long before the pewter clouds unloaded a fresh supply. For here, it was a large fresh supply. Before 11:00, we had a good inch of snowman material spread out over everything. It was lovely. And I took some more pictures.
I've spent a few years in places where there was real snow. Upper Michigan. Goose Bay, Labrador. Even Spokane, Washington. So I know today's mild offering was puny by comparison. Furthermore, periodic bouts of sunshine pretty much melted off the bulk of the download. Still, for here, for this place, it was plenty enough.
Did I build a snowman? Well, no. The thought did cross my alleged mind -- followed by the further thought that I didn't have any gloves and snow is really cold and, no, building a snowman was not terribly high on my list of Things I Absolutely Want To Do.
For what it's worth, though, today's photo, from the kitchen window, shows a view of Highway 101 (in the foreground) and Second Street, with their surfaces in the process of being coated liberally with the white stuff.
At least, I think there's going to be a photo. I just tried to upload it and, according to the message, that got done. Trouble is, I don't see it in the draft version. Okay, I'm going to hit the Publish button and see if it shows up at the blog site. Bear with me here, Coffee Mates. I'm still learning how to ride this horse. The rascal tends to buck a bit now and then. They do get frisky if you don't pay attention.