It isn't that unusual for us to have a few squalls in October. Accumulation is another story. Snow in October feels colder than January snow. It really is not, but it just feels that way because there has not been time to become acclimatized...physically or emotionally. When I don't have time to acclimate to things, I find it difficult to accept them. It is one of my faults.
So, I try to accept the snow...it won't be around for long...the moisture is good for the ground. I reassure myself. Thankfully, we didn't loose any trees or power.
By this morning, every trace of snow was gone. I still need my mittens...and my hat. Woodland critters pick the barberry bushes clean...
and this years fawn gets a little reassurance too, from someone who has seen snow before.