“O the snow, the beautiful snow
Filling the sky and the earth below!”
So starts the old nostalgic winter poem by John Whitaker Watson, and so too—hopefully—will be the start to the second day of December here in Colorado. As I write this, the weather folks are calling for a little bit of snow. A very little bit, but around here, you never really know. Could be a blizzard.
Or it could be just a couple of flakes.