Up until now, we haven't really had snow. Sure, we got a dusting about a month ago, but then it warmed up above freezing and most of it melted away.
It's been weird having nothing but a dab of snow in October, and none in September. I'm used to a medium to huge dump of snow in September, which then either melts over a few weeks, or perhaps some of it sticks around. The real snow usually arrives in October.
But not this year. The weather service kept forecasting snow and it kept not snowing. We had some tremendous northern lights! But no snow. Then yesterday it clouded up, and I woke up to persistent snowfall. Not big flakes, but tiny snow, the kind that glitters. It's powder that is deceptively intense. I've taken my dogs for walks several times today, and every time we are glistening and shining by the time we get back to the house.
It's still snowing as I'm typing this. It's been snowing since sometime last night, about 24 hours. I think there is about three inches accumulated out there, maybe more.
When it's tiny snow, you can see where you are going, while walking you can see into the trees to see if there is a moose, and when driving there is none of that hypnotizey-swirly-swirly going on in front of your windshield. The snow blows off the road, for the most part.
All in all, I love the tiny snow. When the temperature drops to around zero, you get the glitter snow, which is even prettier. And if the temps go lower, it stops snowing, because all the moisture has already been frozen out of the air. Snow is, for us, something that happens when the weather is what we call "warm."
Walking the dogs in the tiny snow today was so nice. We saw tracks, the dogs had new sniffing experiences (every change in weather is a new sniffing experience), and Ole had his first good snow angel roll.
I'm glad the snow is finally here.