May I offer you a tall glass of pollenade?
It’s really no trouble, I have plenty. I just made up a fresh batch.
Blech.
The rain really has been a big help…but it doesn’t go so far as to get up under the patio and wipe down the furniture. Lazy.
Bitty G loves it. She has decided it is her new favorite medium.
I would sell you this piece of high art for a very reasonable price.
Does it make any sense to say that I both anticipate the pollen and am surprised by it every year? It’s like waking up to a fresh batch of unanticipated snow. Which never happens down here. Unless you count the pollen…which is like waking up to a freshly fallen batch of pre-yellowed snow…
