The shepherds were warning us this morning (or the sailors, depending on whether you go for the pastoral or maritime version of the old saying) - but it didn't actually precipitate - just threatened, greyly, all day. I love this time of the year when, with luck - as here - the distant mountains (the far end of the San Gabriels) that we see from our living room windows are covered in snow ...
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