Warm fuzzies and flyin’ fuzzies.

The expression “warm fuzzies” is often used to describe a happy feeling. Who doesn’t melt when they see a cute and cuddly image of puppies or kittens, or even the goslings while they were still in their cute-as-a-button phase?

Speaking of “warm fuzzies” ... isn’t this a sweet bunny shyly peeking at me through the grass? He was not scared, even as I edged closer to him to take his picture. Perhaps it was because he was a baby and didn’t know to be scared of this hulking human, or, maybe the Park’s tender blades of grass were too tempting for him to bolt.

This morning the sun was out (finally) and the wind was gusting at 15 mph from the east, bringing some cool and refreshing air. There’s nothing like a brisk breeze to air out your brain and clear away those cobwebs, especially on a Monday morning, and, as I wended my way down to the Park, it sure felt like that fresh air was whooshing straight through, from ear to ear.

Those hefty gusts of wind also unleashed a ton of cottonwood seeds that made it look like it was snowing out, especially at Council Point Park. The cottonwood trees are done pollinating, so for the next two weeks they will scatter their fluffy white seeds everywhere. The featherweight fuzzy pieces will go airborne and can travel as far as five miles away from the actual tree. If the fuzz does not find its way to your clothes or hair, it often lines the edges of sidewalks or pathways by clinging to the blades of grass

If you look closely at the photos, that fuzzy baby bunny is amongst the pieces of fuzzy cottonwood that drifted onto the grass he is munching on.

That fuzz is detrimental to your air conditioning unit because if the A/C is running, the fuzz gravitates to the grille area, making the unit work harder. I’ve not even turned on the outside tap, nor taken the hose out yet due to all the rain, so spraying the fuzz off the grille will be on my list of chores this weekend.

When the cottonwood seeds glom onto the surface of the Ecorse Creek, it looks like someone dumped a bag of cotton balls into the murky water. Light as a feather, those fluffy seeds will continue to stay afloat unless a swift current sends those white polka dots down to the Detroit River. Here are a few samples of how the water looks these days.

So, the fuzz was flyin’ everywhere in the gusty breeze and there was no escaping it. I came home littered with fuzzy bits in my hair, stuck to my shirt ... and probably in my ears where that gusty wind had just refreshed and rebooted my brain enroute to the Park.

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