The cattail fluff is flying. Every tree, shrub, and fencepost along the trail adjacent to the marsh is covered with the stuff – so much so, that some of the leafless branches resemble cocoons. As I was walking yesterday, there was a slight breeze blowing, stirring the fluff and carrying it through the air. Twice I had to shut my eyes as it floated in my direction, and if my mouth had been even slightly parted, I might have swallowed some. The cattail heads are almost comical, resembling bloated hotdogs on sticks, their sides split, their contents spilling out. From a distance the marsh appears in hibernation, but on closer inspection, new growth is cropping up – hardstem bulrush and cattail stems, fuzzy buds on all the willows. The first poppy appeared yesterday, too, and the mallards have paired up. Spring is on its way.
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