No Business Like Snow Business

Yes, it looked like rain yesterday afternoon, but to my surprise, it was snowing when I left the office in the evening. I ran into somebody who was wearing sandals -- not the happiest footwear in freezing temperatures. At first the snow melted immediately it hit the ground; but after a while, it started to stick and -- as documented by The Redoubtable One -- weigh down tree limbs and other sorts of unprepared flora.

And it seems this is the earliest snowfall in Boise since they started keeping records in 1898. After 40 years, we've broken by two days the former earliest snowfall on record, which was October 12, 1969.

So winter first begins to bite early in the City of Trees.

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

William Shakespeare, from Love's Labors Lost

I believe Al Gore was just saying something funny about global warming...