We have no use for melodramatic Starkian warnings here in Wyoming. Winter isn’t “coming;” it is, or it is not. Yesterday evening, I walked home across a chilly, rainy, snowless landscape. This morning, this:
I’ll bet the Public Works folks are less than thrilled, but the boys sure do love it.
Well, most of the boys love it. Nathan is a bit more…restrained in his enthusiasm.
“Mother, look! What’s all that white stuff?”