And yes, I’m calling that slightly slushy rain “snow” because that’s the closest thing we’re gonna get to the real deal around here.
We have a plethora of blue skies here in the desert. Dave and I joke that our weatherman has an easy job. Most days he just points to a chart with blue sky with a yellow ball placed firmly in the center of it.
So we get all giddy when thunderclouds come in. The smell of rain on the pavement is extra sweet since it’s such a rarity.
So imagine when snow comes along.
When driving on the freeway I thought I was in Utah for a second (but just for a second) because there was snow blanketing the mountains.
The light was so cool that evening. It was so low and yellow and it looked like there were rainbows everywhere. I don’t know how else to explain it because pictures can’t do it justice.
Lu and I didn’t actually go out there. We decided it was a perfect evening to stop everything else and bake bread.
…which made our hands super sticky.
Of course we had to have hot chocolate too.
I love having a little something like this:
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