We have had a lot of rain recently and in between the days are warm and sunny. Mother nature has erupted into a world of colorful hues. Beautiful? Yes! Comfortable? Not so much!
The pollen has gone off the charts. My car, which usually resembles a black limousine, has turned a dusty yellowish green. The kind of covering that induces mini vandals to write, “wash me” with their fingers. It does no good, however, as soon as the car exits the wash bin, the pollen has enveloped it as if it is starring in a good horror movie.
“Rosemary’s yellow baby,”
“Nightmare on any street.”
“Invasion of the auto-body snatchers,”
Even though no one will feel the urge to write, “wash me.” On my forehead, I too, am not at my most attractive. My eyes are red, I sneeze and cough and my throat is sore. I live on Zyrtec. Ah, the joys of allergy season.
“Night of the living dead.”
So until this natural phenomena is under control, I sit inside the house and view the beauty that is, for me, a beast.