August snow storm

I have never experienced any other place where the weather is as unstable as here in Iceland. No surprise that the term "Icelandic Low" is established and is available in many languages in Wikipedia, together with a striking picture.
During the last couple of days the news were putting out a "snow storm warning" for Friday evening. Not quite the forecast one would expect for the end of August (though it doesn't seem to be unusual in Iceland!). Farmers started to gather their sheep from the highlands last week, two weeks before the offical big sheep gathering event in the beginning of September. Quite understandable, last year a severe snow storm had hit the Northern part of the country at almost the same time of the year burying many of the sheep under deep snow. This year, the low-pressure area didn't hit the land quite as hard as the year before but it uprooted some trees in Reykjavik, still blows untamed over the North East, and it brought snow. Snow in August. The wind had become colder and colder during yesterday afternoon forcing me into three layers of overgarmets and wool gloves. Grey thick clouds were blown rapidly over the tops of the lower mountains covering them into a thin layer of icing sugary snow. Mentally I said Goodbye to the summer and thought about winter preparations and skiing ... just to wake up this morning in bright sunshine and mild temperature. Puzzled, I took a walk up the mountains, and the sun was shining and the birds were singing and the leaves were green while I took pictures of the mountains of the highlands covered into cold white coats.

Mt. Strútur in a cold white coat in the morning light.

Glacier Eiríksjökull completely white on the last day of August.

Close-up of Eiríksjökull in his ice sugary snow topping.