So it has been cool but clear for the past week or so, and with the mild weather, great clouds of tree-fluff have been sailing on the wind past my workplace window. These are the seeds of the cottonwood and poplar trees along the Mercer Slough, which have been floating on the breeze and piling up every nook and cranny, looking for all the world like blond frost.
But from my office, watching them float on the gentle breeze, it is like working in a snow globe.
More later,
Born in the 1900s
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Or: How old am I, really? I’m seeing this a lot of late, and it bugs me. It
bugs me enough that I got out my trusty Chicago Manual of Style, 18th
edition, ...
2 days ago