Forgive the dumb foreigner, but what the hell is a fluff storm?

I don’t think that is the official word for it. But some of the trees grow this cotton stuff (I think it’s either the Oak trees or the Maple) and then in late spring the wind blows all the cotton stuff off (it’s actually the tree seeds, but it looks like the clouds are falling). Anyway, we were lucky enough to be picnicing in the middle of the big fluff storm and spent an hour chasing the seeds trying to catch them.

That definitely sounds better than the “storms” in the town where I grew up, which were actually ashes from some of the factories on the outskirts of the place.