Walking outside this morning, I noticed a familiar dusting on almost everything.
Pollen.
The green rocking chairs have a yellow glow.
My footprints are clearly seen on the brown porch.
I watched a cloud of the powdery stuff being shook off the blanket on the swing.
Not to mention my eyes itch.
And water.
And slightly burn.
Spring has sprung.
I never had any kind of seasonal allergies until I moved south. Our middle child did. Horrible, horrible allergies guaranteed to make his life miserable every spring and fall not matter what kind of medication he was on. Here? Nothing. No allergies of any kind for him. It's funny how things like that are. I guess it just goes to show that good can come out of almost any situation.
And spring is pretty here.
Azaleas starting to bloom.
Tea olives smelling sweet.
Of course, spring was pretty where I was at, too. Spring is pretty everywhere. It's that whole coming-out-of-the-dead-of-winter thing. Life renewing itself. Spring break. Easter. Cool mornings and cooler nights. Yep, it's hard to have a bad attitude in the springtime.
Summer will be here soon enough.
Heat.
Humidity.
Irritability.
Better enjoy it while it's here, pollen and all.
Just keep the tissues and eye drops handy.
Happy Spring!
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