Tremendous, clumped-together drifting flakes of it fell from the heavens this morning and decided to stick around for a while.
Everyone got into the act.
My son - a little optimistically - got out the snowball maker.
Soon, buddy, but not just yet.
My daughter got right down into the snow and got to work.
Even Willow couldn't resist a little roll in the freshly-fallen snow.
To celebrate the first snow (which has turned to rain already) I'll be posting a snow themed poem I wrote last year over at the writing notebook a little later today. Here's the link.
And what would the first snowfall be without a snowman - courtesy of my daughter...