It's as if God has sprinkled green-colored chalk dust all over Atlanta. But it's not chalk, it's pollen. This morning, I was driving to work and realized that my tires were leaving tracks in the pollen that has gathered on the parking lot pavement. I arrived at work and happened to pass by the newspaper that was resting at the nursing station. March madness, it said, has arrived in the form of allergies. There was a picture of a man standing outside with a face mask on. The article explained that a high pollen count would be greater than 250. The measured pollen count yesterday was 5,023! When I first moved to Texas from CT, I was introduced to the concept of seasonal allergies, but this take things to a whole new level.
But it's not ALL ridiculous. Accompanying this obnoxiously high pollen count are are the flowering trees that have greeted us with Spring! There's all the dogwood trees that do not escape a single street. There's other flowering trees too... I don't know all the names. It's a beautiful sight! It makes me not miss the Texas wildflowers too much. I think the Indigo Girls definitely called it when they wrote the song "Southland in the Springtime."
I guess we'll see if all the visitors for the Final Four see the beauty of Atlanta in the Springtime... that is if they're not hacking up a lung from all the pollen in the air. Bring your flonase with you Ahila!!
3 comments:
huh! maybe the pollen gave me age
i learned the names of the trees! cherry blossoms, eastern redbuds, and maybe flowering pear trees, and of course the dogwoods. i love atlanta!
i can't wait for the magnolias in the summer too :) we did have those in H-town too, of course.
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