Winter is here.
That's the view to the west from the second floor of my house. The foothills are still bare, but the "fourteeners" (mountains over 14,000 feet) are dusted. It's gorgeous, and just a taste of what's to come, I would think.
Last week we got hail. Lots of hail. Lots and lots. It woke me up three times in the night, plinking against the gutters. When I got up in the morning, our back yard was filled with little jujubee-sized frozen water pellets. It was actually pretty cool, and I wasn't the only one to enjoy it. Canis Minor did too.