It snowed this morning, which is unusual in Portland anytime. But on February 10th, after we just had a few days warm enough that people got out in their yards with gardening tools, it is incomprehensible.
My fellow gardening neighbor claims he made it happen by pruning his rose bushes. Yeah, I know, I had to hear more. He says that whenever his father pruned the roses prior to President's Day, it would snow. Apparently he has inherited this awesome and terrifying power.
Having seen this display his children are on uncharacteristically good behavior.