The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats, is the OG, undisputed, definitive picture book about winter’s first flurries, but here’s another one I love … Where I live, this week was the first big snow of the year. It was the kind of winter storm that puts the whole house on high alert hoping for a school closure. It sent me to the way back corner of the garage, hunting for the snow shovel. And it kicked off my annual tiff with my husband about whether we have enough rock salt. Him: We’re good.