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Snow in California

December 7, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall Leave a Comment

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.

Behold:

There are two people in that swimming pool, and another three in the hot tub beyond.
There are two people in that swimming pool, and another three in the hot tub beyond.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's Mt. Diablo snowy and steamy, tucked up under the clouds to the left.
That's Contra Costa County's Mt. Diablo -- snowy, steamy, and tucked up under the clouds to the left. You're seeing it from the top of our hill in Oakland. Photos BF Newhall
The snow still hadn't melted by noon in our shaded front yard. Will our sun-loving California-born plants survive?
The snow still hadn't melted by noon in our front yard, which is shady in winter when the days are short. Will our sun-loving, California-born plants survive?

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