Mid June here sees the pure white fluff/fuzz gently drifting down from the poplar/cottonwood trees like snowflakes.
It always amazes me that it collects in drifts – also like snow.

Mid June here sees the pure white fluff/fuzz gently drifting down from the poplar/cottonwood trees like snowflakes.
It always amazes me that it collects in drifts – also like snow.

Hubs and I enjoy hours of entertainment watching squirrels, and that’s a good thing because our little prairie city houses a large population of these frolicking and mischievous little critters.

Our daughter wasn’t raised on a farm but loves everything about farm life. Her happiest days are when the new chicks arrive.

It’s the time of year again, when the delicate pink and white blossoms of the honeysuckle shrubs, with their sweet heady scents, welcome us to the walking paths.

For the past couple of days, my outdoor walks have been on hold because winds carrying forest fire smoke from hundreds of miles away have created air quality issues here.
That brownish yellow sky isn’t normal here, thank goodness.

The sight and scent of these purple blossom clusters always take me back to our early marriage and our first home. The property was bordered by a lilac hedge.

As I was reviewing my photos for today’s post, I found this sequence … It made me smile and I hope it does the same for you.
