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It Never Rains In Southern California, But It Snows, Man, It Snows

It Never Rains In Southern California, But It Snows, Man, It Snows

It’s not often that I wake to find the mountains behind my house covered with snow.  This gelid early morning scene reminded me of the first few lines of Horace’s Ode 1.9: Vides ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nec iam sustineant onus silvae laborantes, geluque flumina constiterint acuto Happy New Year!