Yes, it's late May.  And, yes, at Mountain House we had a spring snow last night.   As I opened my eyes this morning the mountain was a vision in white.  With the sun up the snow on the giant pines melted quickly, resulting what I refer to as snow bombs - huge gobs of very wet snow randomly falling off the tree.  If you venture onto the deck at the wrong time you end up very wet.  The sound of the snow bombs hitting on the roof always makes me think we have a large animal on the roof. 

    Ok, I'm gonna burst into song  - 

Snow bombs keep fallin' on my head,
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red,
Crying's not for me,
Cause I'm never gonna stop the snow by complainin',
Because I'm free,
Nothing's worrying me.