As close to snow as we get.

Poor Claire is still feeling under the weather, so I dropped her off at work this morning, then on the way home George was whining some crap about

wanting to go play with his friends, so we went up to the Big King to see who was around, just in time for the hail to start, followed closely (as you’ll know if you’re in Auckland) by squalling winds, lightning, and thunder some really nice sharp rolling thunder.

Lovely. I stood under a tree with my windblown umbrella and shivered while watching George run around playing in the rain with a collie.

Came home to find the lovely sight of hail all over the lawn, so… photos. This is about the closest we get to snow in sunny Auckland, so I have to make the most of it, I guess. Forgive my crazy thumbnail image map, I’m not sure what I was thinking.