This morning when we went to drop Nelson off at the bus station and then go on to campus (safe travels, Nelson!!), Ithaca decided to bid him farewell with some wild weather. The rain was mostly sideways, with wind whipping the trees. As the day progressed I thought I sensed a difference: that rain was getting louder as it hit my hood, and it seemed to have a bit of ice in it. When we drove home and went up in elevation a bit, that rain turned to snow. Although it’s not really sticking much, it’s certainly coming down. The remaining fall leaves positively glow in the snowstorm.
We reacted as we usually do to wild weather: I made hot chocolate, filled the birdfeeders, started some laundry, dug out candles and thick socks, and we settled in for a quiet evening at home.