Chedwick (L.) and Eddy touch noses.
Chedwick on the sofa. Proof that it's impossible to take a bad picture of a cat.
Mysterious fluffs are rolling around outside like little pink tumbleweeds. Neighbors a half mile away are watching them roll by, asking "what
are those things?" They are the seedy spent blossoms of the Smoke Tree. On a very windy day it's like pink snow flurries, as we live on the side of a hill where the wind is often eddying. The fluffs fly up and sideways and down, they go everywhere like all the seed pods in spring. Some are fairly large though, and scare people.
Chedwick (L.) and Eddy touch noses.
Chedwick on the sofa. Proof that it's impossible to take a bad picture of a cat.
Mysterious fluffs are rolling around outside like little pink tumbleweeds. Neighbors a half mile away are watching them roll by, asking "what are those things?" They are the seedy spent blossoms of the Smoke Tree. On a very windy day it's like pink snow flurries, as we live on the side of a hill where the wind is often eddying. The fluffs fly up and sideways and down, they go everywhere like all the seed pods in spring. Some are fairly large though, and scare people.
