Just like the prairie Indians had many names for wind, Seattle-ites have various names for snow and today's offering is call "flurries"; a bit more than a "dusting" but not really enough for a serious snowman.
I walked over to Fred Myer and Deseret Second Hand on Aurora for a four and a half mile round trip exploration this morning. I discovered Fred Myer opens at 7:00 AM and Deseret isn't open on Sundays at all and 10:00 AM on week days. Fred Myers has some items I will need for my mother-in-law on occasion and the Deseret has a great selection of used books!
Along the way I was intrigued by this reflection of the Highland Ice Arena's neon sign.
I spotted this lost glove with a "dusting" of snow on it and thought about the story Phreerunner posted about "Bluey" the lost and found glove beside the Burma Road.
Here is the homeless encampment on the grounds of the Calvin Presbyterian Church under a "dusting" of snow.
And finally, back home to my mother-in-laws house which she and her husband built in the 40's. Many real estate people knocked on her door in recent years wanting to buy and subdivide her large lot but those days are over.