Okay, maybe it's not Hokkaido, just Greenwich Village, but it sure is snow. Big fat round dots flying slantwise, just like a Hiroshige. It's the kind of weather where when you come in you put your boots on the cat's rubber dinner mat and your gloves in the dish drainer. They say a mix of rain, snow and sleet -- referred to by the news guy on WQXR this morning as "sneet" -- will make a mess tonight, but right now branches, cars, awnings and window sills are piled with cottony blankets. Visibility is about a block. Everyone's walking around grinning, because it's so early in the season no one can believe it and it's not irritating yet. I love it. The dahlias are finally gone, though. Shrivelled black leaves and collapsed stems. (Their stems are wide and hollow, so when they freeze, they break). But they had a hell of a run.