This morning we were treated to a little snowfall. It was pretty, but it didn't last long and it didn't stick. The temperature is far too warm. It was fun to watch it fall, though. There is just something magical about falling snow.
It is hard to see in this picture. There was a lot more over in Lake Oswego, where my younger daughter lives. The mountains between us and the coast were really hard hit. Yesterday we had huge winds with lots of downed power lines and trees. There are men working on the roof this afternoon, replacing the shingles that blew off yesterday.
Just a lovely day to snuggle down with a cup of tea and the book I got at the library, yesterday.