You'd think that the continuous rain over 5 days, which led to flooding our basement (again) would have controlled it. Or dampened it. Or something.
June is the season of fluff, and each year seems worse than the last.
It pools in drifts and piles.
It fills all available space.
And there's even more up there, somehow, ready to fall and float and fluff everywhere.
I have never been more tempted to vacuum the outdoors.