Being born and raised in Seattle, I know the normal routine: weather folks forecast snow and it seldom happens. Kids around here always pray for snow, as I did, but they know it usually doesn't happen when they say it will. This time the forecasters did OK, at least in Hobart.
Actually, they first said we'd get snow, then they said the storm went north and we wouldn't get it. But Friday evening it started as wet slush. By around 10 o'clock it was coming down hard. Saturday morning it started up again, then stopped. We ended up with about seven inches of snow with temps around 27 F. We might get some more before things warm up. Not a White Christmas, but it adds to the holiday season nicely.
Our two deer friends live in our woods. Normally, they come right up to us. This morning they were spooked by the snow and my camera.
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