When my sister was a toddler, she would with a tissue box completely captivated by the notion, that once you removed one, another would take its place. She would discard tissue after tissue until my exasperated mother took the box away.
Living in a region with clearly defined seasons has the same effect on me. The dramatic transformation between winter and spring still holds my undivided attention.
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The leaves are finally opening here (I say “finally,” but apparently it’s 3 weeks early for the apple blossoms) and yesterday as I was driving – my ride takes me across the Connecticut and the Farmington river – I could not believe the beauty. Then I got home to my red-eyed weeping child who is afflicted by seasonal allergies.
that poison ivy makes me recoil the way some would at a picture of a snake. Eww.
Your fishpond looks GREAT! But i’m sorry about all the tree mating. I am relatively immune to pollen, but The Mister is not a fan.
De, the poison ivy vine is pure evil. I’ve already gotten a small rash from it. Hopefully the weed killer will beat it into submission. The blooms, however, are welcome to stay vibrant indefinitely.
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meno, according to to the Asthma and Allergy Foundation of America, our fair city ranked third on its top ten Pollen Capitals for 2010. The tree pollen doesn’t make me too miserable, I just get annoyed when it leaves a hazy yellow blanket on all surfaces indoors and out. I detest dusting.
OH MY GOSH. The Pollen. I just felt my head clog up and my eyes itch just looking at that picture. I would NEVER in a million years survive where you are. Never.
sari, I feel confident you would survive, although not in good humor.