It wasn’t snow out my window this morning in Claremont below Foothill Boulevard, but it was white. Frost? Ice? Whatever it’s officially called, I haven’t seen it close up in years.

Here’s some of it on my windshield; scatterings were also on my roof and under the landscaping. It was a co-o-o-old night, with heavy rain last evening — the perfect conditions to turn wet stuff into crunchy stuff.

Did you have any where you are?