I had plans to spend my first afternoon of summer outside, but I was foiled by a freak summer "snowstorm."
In Africa, the kapok trees would shed their fluff every January. We'd go outside and let it fall on us, pretending it was 90 degrees and snowing.
Oh, joy. Even here in the states, we get to experience hot weather storms. It was 82 degrees today and the cotton from our neighbor's poplar trees hit us like a slow motion blizzard. My plans to paint a dresser were cut short. It may take a week for the accumulation to melt away.
Unless you have any suggestions for shoveling air?
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You ain't the lonesome ranger, kiddo.
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