It’s our daily dusting of precipitation in the form of a white cloak. It is pretty. But rather than a gentle lacing, it is accumulating, blowing and icy. Fierce for the start of the week.
I am taking this somewhat depressing yet-again occurrence as a sign. No gentle dusting for me. This means rigorous cleaning of the “spring” nature. Blinds, floorboards, and inside cupboards and drawers. The icky stuff.
Apparently I needed a sign. Sigh.