But no.
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.
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Heh, I love the idea of vacuuming the outdoors. The fellow to the south of us has a big whack of cottonwood trees, but through a trick of the wind, almost none of their inevitable fluffy droppings have made it to our yard.
Just as well, I'd probably try to spin the darn stuff, which I know would end badly. Too short of a staple, dontchaknow.
I've thought of spinning it, but yeah, very very short. The other problem is that it's incredibly sticky even in its fluffiness.
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