Daughter Kate in New Jersey alerted her sister Lise that she should look out of the window. She had seen that we were having snow, light though it was. I had already noted that the wooden deck was covered with a thin layer of white. We went out to walk while there were still a few flakes floating about. I would have forgotten to take the obligatory photo at the stop sign, but Lise drew out her phone to do it.

We ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant where the tables were quite high. I told Lise I didn’t need utensils, because I could lean over slightly and eat like a dog. I didn’t. The food was so delicious that we used knives and forks properly, forgetting the height of the table.

Snow fell for several hours during the night, and we woke to a winter wonderland. A few hours later, everything had melted, except where shade kept the sun from reaching the snow.