My dad took these photos of our house last night before the full force of the 50-cm snowstorm hit:
It's been coming down pretty much continuously since, so the drifts are now up to my knees in our yard. While it does snow in Vancouver at least once every year, the city isn't well equipped for it. Plus, because it tends to happen when cold winds from the B.C. Interior hit warm wet air from the Pacific, temperatures usually sit just around freezing, so it's extremely sloppy and messy, especially on our many hills.
And now the temperature is supposed to drop to minus-10 Celsius tonight, which will turn the slush into ice. I know the rest of Canada laughs at this, but all the downed power lines and tree branches don't lie—it's not business as usual.