I woke up this morning to find my yard covered with this weird powdery white stuff. We don’t DO snow in Seattle. Did somebody dump a truckload of anthrax on me? And in the back, this mysterious marking by the broken down old swing:
Then, my children came stomping into the house, coated with the white stuff (egads!) and complaining about its inferior, unpackable nature. Hot cocoa fixes most problems, I’ve found. Kind of like rebooting.