Yesterday it decided to give us a little reminder that it might be Spring, and that might mean something elsewhere, Father Winter does a layover here (like Atlanta, where every flight to anywhere has a 3 hour stop) before he retreats north.
It snowed most of the day, large flakes that stuck on lawns and cars, but not the streets. I took a drive around five up the hill a half mile.
This is the backside of the "M", or locally as Big Butte. I live down the hill on the other side.
This is facing south, the Highlands Mtns are about 8 miles away.
The snow is already melting as I drink coffee this morning. I doubt very much if this was the last snowfall of the winter/spring. I've seen as much in early June.