My daughter asked me early this morning, "Mom, why are all the roofs in the neighborhood bluish white? Where did all the brown roofs go?" At the moment I was preoccupied and thought she was dreaming things. Later, after the sun had been out for a bit, she looked out the window again and said, "What is all that wet stuff??" I looked where she was pointing and I burst out laughing, "That's FROST!!" LOL We have true desert kids. I am reminded of Emily two years ago stating, "I hate trees!" Poor little souls! ...But just about the time I want to be rescued from this hot desolation, I remember the finer points about living in the desert. Being unfamiliar with frost is one of them!