The world has just received a heavy dusting of confectioner’s sugar, falling since dinner-time.  The broad leaves of the corn in the patio sag with the weight; David’s tractor and dump truck are full of small loads of snow.  In the sky we see brief flashes of light; not lightning, but flashes from the cameras of neighbors around us.  Instead of thunder-rumbles we hear laughing and shrieking.  It is snowing!