We woke this morning to big, fat snowflakes. The temperature is a smidgen above freezing, so there will not be much accumulation, but still, it's a warning.
Sometimes I wonder if I would trade our six months of potential winter (since snow can fall any time from September into May) with a climate that offered a short, intense, definable winter season.
But I have also come to expect the breaks in the winter, when it's warmish and sunny, and you can catch up on outdoor jobs. One year I painted most of the house in November.
Today, though, looks like a day for a damp walk in the woods with the dogs and then desk work!