The first of the hay has been baled.
Like this, for instance…
That’s cotton from the cottonwood tree, floating in the air.
I imagine pollen from the grass is doing this too, I just can’t see it.
Vernon said the other morning, with a slight breeze, a yellow cloud of pollen was floating across above the hay. That sounded like a nightmare to me, but he said it was pretty.
I’ll take his word for it.
I’m not going to go look!