Spring is Here
Spring is here. How do I know you ask?
Two ways. When I awake in the morning before I rise I lie in bed and hear the birds singing outside our house. The first sign of the arrival of spring is when I hear birds singing at 5 a.m. (Daylight Saving Time).
The second sign is the pollen. This green pollen that swamps the neighborhood and covers my car an inch thick attacks my nose and eyes without mercy. Nature can be so cruel.
The poet said that April is the cruelest month. This is what he meant.
Two ways. When I awake in the morning before I rise I lie in bed and hear the birds singing outside our house. The first sign of the arrival of spring is when I hear birds singing at 5 a.m. (Daylight Saving Time).
The second sign is the pollen. This green pollen that swamps the neighborhood and covers my car an inch thick attacks my nose and eyes without mercy. Nature can be so cruel.
The poet said that April is the cruelest month. This is what he meant.
posted by Fred Hudson at 3:01 PM
1 Comments:
My favorite part of spring is cutting the grass. The pollen flies up from the ground, becomes airborne, and shoots directly into my nostrils.
I also love having to turn on the windshield wipers to remove the pollen from the glass each morning.
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