It isn't, of course... but when the cottonwood trees bloom, white fluff sails through the air in clumps, and collects on the ground and on the tree limbs just like the frozen stuff of winter.
It's the only bloom or pollen I'm allergic to, which means that for most of May and early June, all I want to do is sleep. It's no wonder I always fall so far behind in my journal, my blog, my photography this time of year.
I always vow to rise above... but those little puffs of white always bring me to my knees.
Oh I hate the white fluff from the cottonwoods - I'm allergic to it.
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