For 33 winters, I lived in New Hampshire and Maine. I survived the blizzard of 1978, countless winters of sleet, freezing rain, and wind chill, and one winter living on my boat in Portland, Maine. There's a post on that in my archives, I believe.
So now, we're looking at snow in October. Big whooping deal. It'll be November on Tuesday. Yet, from all the groaning and griping out there, you'd think the metro New York populace had been locked inside their homes for three months straight.
Autumn snows aren't frequent, but it bears saying we have snow in April. Equidistant from each of the equinoxes.
Perhaps global warming has something to do with it. Perhaps not. At least it will be brief and will allow me to postpone raking leaves for another week.
Don't forget to close your doors and windows.