Ahhhh-Choo!During the loveliest time of the year, when birds sing, bees dance from flower to flower, and breezes are delightfully fresh, a number of us are stuck indoors behind closed windows struggling to breathe.
Once again I am on prednisone. Once again I find myself observing with ill disguised horror the build up of a thin, sickly yellowish green layer of pollen. I pray for rain each day to wash the pollen away. Of course, rain encourages the production of more pollen, so it is a self-defeating wish.
Ah, spring! I'll adore your humidity-free days from afar and will leave it to others to enjoy the outdoors. As for me? C'mon, summer! Hurry up. I can't wait to start breathing again.
