In Norway, my brother and his family are usually greeted by this as their first sign of winter.
So pretty and postcard-esque, no?
Here, in it-still-reaches-mid-80-degrees-at-the-end-of-October Raleigh, my first sign that it’s winter is that I busted out the space heater and our
heat whores cats promptly sat their butts rrriight next to it:
To prevent further embarrassment of our household, I will refrain from saying how “cold” it really was.