We may not have been hearin’ the cottonwoods
whisperin’ above lately, but evidence abounds that these neighborhood giants
have been doing a number on the scenery and local sinuses.
While Casey was
leading me around on a walk earlier this week their puffy white seeds were
everywhere, and after light to moderate winds, flurries left seed drift
versions reminiscent of Currier and Ives originals.
As much as Casey was nosing around in this snowfall-like litter it’s lucky he’s not allergy prone.
I want to be a dog... no colds, no allergies, no work, no mortgage. But knowing me I wouldn't end up living in a loving home like Casey or Boris... I'd be in a slum in Rio scavenging for food!
ReplyDeleteYou and me both...if we were lucky.
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