On a recent morning it snowed. Not a lot; perhaps half an inch stuck to the ground, which was not quite enough to cover things. But it still snowed, and that’s the important thing. There were big white flakes drifting down for hours, and there was enough snow to warrant coats and hats and boots.
It lasted just long enough for a little play, and to inspire a fire in our fireplace and some roasted marshmallows. And then, as is so often the way of things here, it melted.