Actually, it's not a blizzard. It looks like a blizzard. But, it's not. The cottonwoods are blooming. We live by a river. It's not a beautiful, picturesque river. It's just wet. With some scroungy brush edging it. Foxes and coyotes and raccoons and skunks and owls live there. And cottonwoods grow there. To be honest, I wouldn't know a cottonwood tree if it fell over and conked me on the head. I have no idea what they look like. But at this time every year they bloom. And the air is filled (and I mean filled) with cotton tufts floating around. They twirl around in the breeze and collect along the bottoms of fences and porches. It's really neat. It really does look like a snow storm. Except that the sky is blue, the sun is out and the flowers are blooming. The cottonwoods are blooming!