Apparently, it snowed last night on our little hill in Oakland. There was still snow all over the place at 11 a.m. — on cars, on the lawn around a hilltop swimming pool, on Mt. Diablo to the East, and dripping and plopping off the trees.
There was even some on the roof of our house and sprinkled around our garden — a first for us. In the thirty-plus years Jon and I have lived on this hill, I’ve never seen this much snow in our neighborhood.