Snow!

It's snowing in central Florida!

My garage roof, which is dark gray, this  morning is smattered with snow

{Side note:  My spell check thinks "smattered" is not a word.  "Smattering" is OK, but not "smattered."  Obviously, Mr. Spell Check has never been to Waffle House.} {Whoops!  Pluto Boy informs me that Waffle House uses "Scattered, smothered, and covered."  I guess it has been too long since my last visit to Waffle House, where I usually eat a waffle, not a hash brown contraption anyway. I still think "smattered" should be a word, and I am leaving it in.}

(Wandering mind side thought:  If I were to ever be clever enough to write a book like The Eyre Affair: A Thursday Next Novel, I could have a character named Mr. Spelchek.  Ha! Mr. Spell Check did not like my typing that one!)