Driving to work on Monday, I realized that the trees lining the street had ploufed into clouds of green leaves over the weekend. Where I could previously see buildings from the street, I now couldn’t. The floofy greenness now blocked the way.
After a long, weird interim — spring in January, winter in April — the seasons have finally changed. This time with vigor, and many, many tiny green shoots.
Note: ploufy (adj.), ploufed (v.), and floofy (adj.) are totally words as far as I’m concerned. That they are not yet recognized as standard usage is, perhaps, more concerning.
