I got my hair cut and was headed back home around one o'clock when it began to rain. Big, splappy, lacy drops hit the windshield as I crossed Gopher Ridge to home.
When I arrived home, I excitedly told Bruce that it was almost, almost, almost snowing outside!
And then, a few minutes later, I looked out the window and it was no longer almost, almost, almost snowing -- it was SNOWING, SNOWING, SNOWING! Yeah, I reacted like a little kid.
We get very little snow here -- usually just a light dusting ever few years. But this storm was different. The flakes fell thickly like messy white confetti dumped out of the clouds. They were melting even as they fell, so everything pretty much turned to water when it hit the ground.
|Der Schneesturm am Froschteich! (Did I say this right???)|
The flakes really tried to turn into a blizzard, but the temperature was a bit too warm (36 degrees). It was impressive anyway.
It's such a delight when something different like this happens -- I love seeing Frogpond in new ways. This freak snowstorm was perfect.
And, remarkably, amazingly and wonderfully, I was home to see it!