While the rest of the country gets snowed on, Phoenix is being blanketed in drifts of big yellow pollen from the mesquite trees. Sure, it looks pretty, but everyone is terribly allergic to it. I am terribly allergic to it: today my head feels like it's going to explode, my throat is scratchy, and my … Continue reading Death Pollen
Most everything is done blooming. Just the palo verde trees and the occasional cactus, like this little guy behind my building. My job is almost done with, too. I am trying to look at this positively, as a gift of knitting time and time with Melba, instead of The End. We'll see how well that … Continue reading Last of the Flowers
With all the wind, the pollen has been blowing off the puffball trees (aka mesquites) and collecting against curbs and around bushes in dirty gold mounds. Technically, it's pollen, not spores, but the allergies brought on by this particular pollen puts me in mind of the scene in the Secret Garden where Colin works himself … Continue reading Spores!
(Do you the song by that title? It's delightfully mad.) Spring is officially here, our lovely cold snap is gone, and scared straight by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's tales of moths, I am handwashing my mittens.