First Snow!

I woke up at about 1:15 this morning, looked outside, and... Aw, crap.

Well, it was bound to happen.
Yep; it hasn't so much as flurried before now, and we get four to six inches depending on where you sink the ruler on your multitool. Winter Has Arrived.
And Little Bear says, "Cool! All this white stuff! And it makes your paws all cold, and you can eat it, and...!" And Fritz says, "Yeah, kid. We'll see if you still like it in February. Oh, and you should run inside and jump right on Uncle Joel's bed while you're covered with the stuff. He really likes it when you do that."