snowing

It is snowing.  Well, virtually.  As I look out my window, I see the snow falling gently, quietly to the ground.  It covers the ground with a white blanket.  It is gorgeous.It is, however, not cold.  The snow is actually the blossoms from the trees lining the drive way by my apartment.    I am told they are fruitless pear trees, but that doesn't seem possible in this Almond tree country.  Nevertheless, they are beautiful.