It's Here
It's here. Spring has finally been unloaded upon us and the rain has been taken away at least until next weekend. And, along with the bronze, apple green, and lime green new leaves, there is a fine cover of dust everywhere. Pollen. The dust begins around March, with the yellow-green pollen from the pine trees covering everything. That pollen doesn't bother me, strangely, but I tend to find it everywhere. When it rains during those days, yellow rivulets run down the car, and the puddles are framed in yellow. My problems come later, with the warming of the air and flowering of other trees. And with grasses. And with flowers. And with weeds of all kinds. There was a time, before I went to the specialist, when I would go to the beach in July and spend most of the time sneezing and reaching for a tissue. While I lived in Boston I did have episodes in May and September with sometimes severe symptoms, but that was a city. This is the country. I was miserable. The specialist det...