As seen on this poor, innocent vehicle in ViHi, spring in Atlanta means a nice coating of pollen on anything that sits outside for more than ten minutes. It reminds me of the volcano back home and the layer of ash it laid on Anchorage…except more offensive and not really a solid excuse to not do stuff. Like drive. Or breathe outdoors without a mask.
Fellow Metroblogger Will did it justice:
Standing on the porch, she looks back at the footprints left behind in the green silt. Cat’s paws, men’s boots, women’s dress shoes. It’s all decorated with the little wormy things that have been coming off the trees like rats off a sinking ship.
“Ugh,” she says.
“What?”
“It’s so gross. It’s like the trees are basically having sex all over us.”
“No it’s not,” I say. “Please don’t say that.”
Blech.
30 Mar 07
8:19 pm
We don’t have the pollen yet but I did see a fly today so it must be warming up… also, I have a couple of pics of Redoubt on my silly little site… She’s still sleeping – for now.
01 Apr 07
12:00 am
hey Maigh. Can I ask you something?, how tall are u?
01 Apr 07
8:18 am
I’m 3″1′ : : http://tinyurl.com/27haxw
01 Apr 07
6:03 pm
With my allergies, it’d probably kill me! Scary photo you have there. Speaking of photos, I was hoping that your link was actually going to show an ash-covered Anchorage home.
Ha-CHOO!!
02 Apr 07
9:16 am
I thought it was bad here in Columbia, but it is nasty in the ATL! We finally had rain here last night and the pools of swirling yellowness were everywhere.