May the Fourth Be With You

 A couple days ago, my front yard looked like this.

 Then it decided to rain, which didn't bother the gulls much.

 This morning, however, I awoke to white stuff on the deck. Well, on the deck, the trees, the ground, the roads....

 Wasn't this area of the backyard snowless yesterday?

 And, hey, compare this to the first photo above. Today's view of the front yard at about noon.

Even the spruce trees were collecting white stuff, obviously assuming it'd aid in the mantra going around today, "May the fourth be with you." So, where's Hans Solo?