typical March, you say? Well, normally here in the high desert March is often dry and sunny with the accursed clouds of pale yellow dust--the pollen from the cedars and junipers covering our world in a fine mist. Sometimes when the wind blows it looks like the tree is filled with smoke. And then the sneezing. I swear, before I moved here, I thought I knew what sneezing was. Well, I was dead wrong. There are days when I sneeze literally hundreds of times a day. My nasal passages so swollen for weeks at a time I forgot what my normal voice sounded like. Snorting Afrin like coke, even though I knew my body was just becoming immune to it. *sigh*
Well, this March has been so wet that the pollen is draining off the trees in tiny yellow rivers. Perhaps that is why I'm able to be outdoors for nearly half an hour before I have to run for cover. B and I sat outside on the porch for about 20 minutes on Sunday, enjoying the late afternoon light, and sure enough, the sneezing started and we scurried back inside, cursing our stupidity. How silly of us to think we could enjoy the outdoors in March.
I know it's a little silly to be so insanely grateful each morning I wake up to more rain, but all I can say is I'm only sneezing 30 or 40 times a day.
I received a potted bunch of bulbs for my birthday a while back and they're all blooming!! How sweet--I can enjoy them and not have to go outside!!