Last year, when my colleagues in the northern suburbs were getting doused in snow, here in SS we'd just get a sprinkling of tiny, feeble flakes.
but not today: check out the time lapse photos. (note the rusty metal quail--from Carefree, AZ--who is/was our snow gauge.)
9:00 am. snow is quail-neck deep.
11:00 am. snow is quail-head-feather deep.
12:30 pm. where is the quail?
2 pm. what quail?