The air was slight and gauzy as tufts of feathery cotton, like snow, sailed upon the breeze before settling to the ground where it fleeced the lawn, and filled every crevice, attempting to set seed.  Cottonwoods. from miles…

  The air was gauzy and slight until the fog slithered in on its belly, leaching into every crevice, swallowing the landscape whole.  The constant rain and gray skies had begun to loom large over our yards and gardens, like a soggy,…

  The clouds were cobbled together like great stones with mortar the color of sky, and slivers of sunlight flickered through momentarily until the mortar hardened and the clouds became impenetrable.  Leafless trees revealed hidden vistas, and the world seemed somewhat…

Spilling over the side of a rock, the silken web rippled in the wind, like trickling water, precariously lit by the gilded rays of the setting sun.  The fiery Daylilies seemed to snap close while the ornamental grasses swayed rhythmically…

  We slogged through June in hip waders amidst the leaden, gray malaise, the air largely unstable and ostensibly resentful, like a teenage girl scorned.  The few sunny days provided fleeting relief, but we were wary and suspicious, and we were right…