My idea of hell has arrived in buckets: pollen! It's early, it's overly abundant and no matter what medical miracle concoctions I take, it's still going to overwhelm me for one day.
Today's that day.
I'll spare you the gross details of feeling like slug slime. Let's just say tomorrow will be a better day. Why? Because yesterday, tired of itching just for breathing, I wished for rain. And our blue sky suddenly began to look like this:
Our lovely dogwood...
despite the danged electric lines that ruin afternoon shots!
And then the wind began to blow....
A look from across the road.
At this point,
I was just glad not to see the Wicked Witch or Toto
go flying past.
It knocked the petals off the Dogwood tree so fast
it looked like snow!
Maybe by this afternoon, my nose will work again.
Or, Mother Nature will simply make more pollen
and I'll adjust.
Like I do every year.