He's using another one, too - rain - but I'm not so worried about that one. It's the idea of snow for the first time this year that has me protesting. It can't be time yet, can it?
It's kind of like when Jeffrey used the F-word - FURNACE - as in, "I think it's time to turn on the furnace."
It can't possibly be time, can it? Time for heat and flannel sheets, electric blankets, slipper socks, hot chocolate, sweaters, soup, boots, and all the things that mean winter. I was just enjoying Fall!