MidSummer's White-Out Dream

  Some days the wind comes along and the Cottonwoods fluff gets blown all over.... but on still, hot days like we are having and can expect for the next three hundred and fifty years,, the cottonwoods silently, slowly, burst like slow popcorn..... and drift down like cats made of clouds. Or scads and scads of Angel hair. The feral kittens here, out in the weather, are so far not very impressed by this snow, as they lived through the Great Inappropriate Snow Storm of 2012