Our procreating cottonwood's time has come

The "old girl" of the cul de sac is letting loose with another blizzard of seeds.

As much as we complain, we'd miss those jillions of fluffy little parachutes and the resulting drifts, putting a cap on May.

Casey seems to take this phenomena in stride.  The rest of us don't inhale too deeply when it's breezy.

(Just keep the Claritin handy until summer.)