I woke up yesterday morning and everything looked strangely white outside.

I started exclaiming and woke up Eric, who thought the house was afire, and the cats, who thought it was time for breakfast.

And so it was. Time for breakfast, I mean. Not on fire! But first, I put on a sweatshirt and some slippers and some flannel pajamas and ran outside with my camera.

First snow of the year--untouched. Well, almost.

Later, of course, it melted.