Relative Something

Around the time we headed out to feed the horses in the late afternoon yesterday, it was beginning to drizzle. By the time we finished, the precipitation was changing over to sleet. After our dinner, snow was beginning to collect on the ground.

When Cyndie took Asher outside for one last pee, she said the snow was pelting them and it was very sticky underfoot.

I turned on the barn camera to check the view:

Those flakes were falling straight down.

A couple of hours later, the snow was floating around a little more:

At bedtime last night, there was already about an inch piling up on the deck railings. From the way the radar looked at that time, I’m expecting we will have received the upper end of the predicted 3 to 4 inches by this morning.

It was even snowing up in Hayward, where we will be this weekend. Another week after that, the annual American Birkebeiner ski race will happen. It has been significantly modified in length and route due to the snowless winter.

It’s not like a real winter but with any instances of accumulating snowfall, it sort of rhymes with winter for a short time.

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