After a rainy day yesterday, courtesy of the winter storms that have been hammering Southern California, Jack Frost paid a visit to us here in ARIZONA overnight.
This is what started our day today.
That's the disheveled spinner in our back yard, manically twisted by the high winds yesterday that toppled a dead tree in a neighbor's yard.
And as always after a snowfall, I had to check on the Blue Cat.
Yes, it's covered in a fresh white blanket, meowing "I didn't move to Arizona for this!"
But the sun is out and soon this will all be melted off.
That's life in the mountain foothills of Arizona.
