First Snow

Amidst the wacky dreams I had last night was the nagging thought that I had, at some point, heard Firefly say “well, it snowed last night.” Much of my morning consisted of rolling over to get the sun from glaring directly into my face (without disturbing the cats that were surrounding me like the good little heat providers that they are) and trying to figure out if I’d actually heard it. Well, apparently I did. Not a lot of snow, not enough to go tobogganing, but enough to stick around for at least a couple of hours. Once again I was out on the porch with the camera, clicky, clicky, clicky. I did have a captive audience this time though.