Neige!! Snow !! First-time-ever!!! I couldn't believe it! We have never had snow in November in all the years I've lived in France. Soooo, exciting!
I was absolutely giddy, meanwhile, My-Reason-For-Living-In-France pointed out that could mean oh-oh, "slippery roads when you least expect it, sort of like those wet leaves you spun on -- in three death whirls [he actually said that, though not at the time] -- the other day.
"Except ice is worse."
He forgets sometimes I grew up near Niagara Falls, NY, and the last place I lived in the States was in the country outside Manhattan. Although one morning I did slide right out of the driveway, across the road and into the woods in front of our house when leaving late one morning for the train into the city, which made me extra late of course. But, here's the best part, the car didn't hit a tree. To this day, I don't understand why.
Back on subject: It snowed on Thursday and Friday in the country and for a couple of hours in Paris yesterday. That's where I was in case one or two of you were wondering.
Chez nous it dusted a few leaves, but not the ground. When I saw the flakes drifting in the air I once again slooooowed down (didn't slam on my brakes), pulled in front of our gate and started snapping pictures. I hope you can see the huge, fat, wet beauties.
I'm sure all of you who live in snow country do not understand my glee.
Hope your weekend is as lovely as ours.