It’s snowing! I guess that’s what we still call it. The first flakes came down slowly enough that I named them: Dick, Jane, Spot, Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice. Not very original, I know, but it was 7:30 and I hadn’t had my tea yet. I’ve had guests arrive for a party in greater numbers than the flakes this morning. Dean has gone fishing. He looked very official, all bundled up and in his fly-fishing shirt. They have gone to Pyramid Lake where it may or may not be snowing. I understand summer fishing. I don’t understand winter fishing even if you can name and count the flakes keeping you company on the journey. If he catches as many fish as we have snow flakes so far, he will have had an excellent fishing day.