Every year...
in April... sometimes May
it snows.
It isn't North Wind... or Jack Frost who brings the white...
It isn't chilly... or cold... or even wet.
But it is this great lady which blankets my lawn with her downy offspring.
The Texas Cottonwood.
Husband gets grumpy.
Everyone starts sneezing.
It gums up the mower.
But I always smile when I see her first fluffy refugee flying across my yard.
She is majestic... and lovely.
At times it looks as if a giant pillow fight has taken place on the grass...
bits of her pollen filling in the low places...
rolling down the roof in tiny soundless avalanches of poof.
If you look closely here... you can see them flying... little white specks... orbs... dancing free.
Littering the lawn...
Tiny puffs poised in the sunlight...
Ready to take flight with the slightest motion.
I have a co-conspirator!
A compatriot who joys in her messy shedding... delights in the simplicity of it... her pirouettes of whimsy... flecking the air with melodies of movement.
Her daughters harmonize with the laughter of my boy.
I don't care what anyone says... I love that tree.
And now I am not the only one.
I have swayed a Cottonwood Rebel to my side!
No comments:
Post a Comment