I awoke this morning to white rooftops and the sound of my neighbors scraping windshields. I love it when it snows in Seattle, and it happens just a couple times every winter. Last night’s dusting was even more improbable: I heard on the radio that after February 20th, the chances of snow in the city plummet.
Instead, what plummeted was about a half-inch of graupel—little snow pellets, softer than hail, but icy enough to thwart an SUV that tried to climb the hill by my house.
I took a stroll around the neighborhood and discovered this crocus in a neighbor’s garden.