Yellow Snow

Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.
(Frank Zappa, "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow", 1971)

It snowed on the Tin Star Ranch this fine morn.....No big deal...except it ain't never done that in the tenure of the ranch hand?

Reminded the ole fat boy of his days as a yonker in Wright City and those rare snow days that Texas renders.

For those that live in snow from can til can't...snow is just more BS...

For those that rarely see grits spittin' from above...it is a wonderment.

A memory is of Mom having us rake some of the white frosting off the ground and her adding canned condensed milk and sugar to make snow "ice cream"!

Mom would always admonish, "Don't bring in no yellow snow".

Kids being kids, we didn't quite cabbage onto the wisdom of that advice til later years....but Mom...if ya are up there watchin'...your onliest son did NOT eat no yellow snow today!