So the weirdest thing happened when I went from Utah to Washington (no, not getting stuck in the airport for 9 hours). There was snow on the ground when I left Utah and it was still on the ground when I got to Washington. Not only that, but it kept snowing, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Everyone in the Pacific Northwest is very surprised. They get snow up in the mountains, but not here at sea level--maybe twice a year, but not a lot either. I haven't had a White Christmas that I can recall. Maybe it will stick around a few more days.
That's my home.
The forest behind my house.