That’s not snow, sifting down under thick clouds. That’s . . . ash! Yes, that’s ash, from the fire where they’re burning all the Christmas trees that have slowly been appearing from under the melting six-foot piles by the road. (No, not really.) Or maybe it’s a lot of little white bugs. It could be!
Yes. I firmly believe that’s not snow. Though to be honest, by rights we can get snow into early April here in Mid Michigan. My neighbors think I’m nuts. I’ve been moving snow from the shadows into the light just to get rid of it. They tell me it will be warm again on Thursday. I’ve always liked Thursday . . .
B&N has a very flattering, non-spoiler review of The Undead Pool up on one of their blogs today. :-) Somedays, it feels really good.