I grew up in California. Not just California but Southern California. I could ONLY dream of a white Christmas because snow fell maybe once every 10 years and never on Christmas.

Now that I am living well WELL above my northern range limit, I have grown more accustom to the idea of cold weather. I have reluctantly started wearing gloves and hats again. I have gotten used to the fact that that 5pm looks like this:

But this morning, I walked outside and realized that it was not rain drops or hail or any other such precipitation falling from the sky. No- it was snow… I guess, it is the second week of November. I guess this is normal. It wasn’t a lot of snow (that stuff that looks like icing sugar on the leaves and the edge of the roofs… that is all there was). I’m counting it. Mark it! November 7th= First Snow.