April in Winter

Measurable snow. In Detroit. On April 21. Where did that come from?

I've seen flurries this late. Indeed, as astute readers might recall, we had flurries into May last year. But that was 2020. We can dismiss that with the rest of the year's weirdness.

Perhaps it's only winter's way of asserting that it ain't over until it says it's over. I have a certain respect for that. 

Just be gone by my birthday tomorrow, okay, winter? It's one thing thing to assert yourself on somebody else's time.  But not on mine, understand?