Even a dusting of the white stuff is magical when you're not used to seeing it...
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old,
Their beards of icicles and snow...
~Charles duc d’Orléans, translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The last one is from the next day.
Since temperatures didn't get above freezing for a couple of days, the "snow" lingered in some spots.
By the third day it was gone...just a memory as we shed jackets and enjoyed 70 degree temps.
Texas, have I told you lately that I love you?