
I went to a baby shower for my husband’s cousin. This is her niece Kayla, who has a sweet face, indeed!

Every year the Cottonwood trees burst open into a million pieces of fluff. They fly through the air, getting whisked about by the wind as though there is a snow storm in the midst of summer’s heat. Then they fall gently to the ground and gather on the grass in snowy, white drifts. Mid-summer snow...