when the world turns white

I mentioned yesterday that it snowed in Portland (and in wine country).

It's really not that big of a deal.

But to me it kinda is. 

Because I am from California and this is still delightfully foreign to me. 

Of course, Grayson has been more excited about other things (like being pitied enough to be fed wet food). 

But judging by the kitty snowprints, I'm not the only one who likes stomping around in it. 

Seriously. This is magical. 

(You'll have to excuse the "video voice" and subdued, but definitely not subtle, squeals of joy)