It’s a lovely time of year. You get up on a cool, clear morning, take deep breath. There’s the smell of lilacs in the air and everything in the world is yellow.
It might try to be some other colour, but it is all slowly being turned yellow.
It’s that time of year again. Over the past couple of years, it’s been the time of year when I hate answering certain questions. You know. The “do you have any symptoms”?
While most of the restrictions have been lifted and we are starting to move on, Covid is still with us. And there are still places that ask. Hospitals and some office ask that question. Do you have any symptoms?
Of course I have symptoms. Or at least one. Have you looked outside? The world is full of pollen. And I don’t know what we ever did to the pine trees, but they seem particularly upset. In fact they all look like they are flipping us the bird. Hundreds upon hundreds of little yellow middle fingers raised in our direction.
It’s rather a striking sight. In some ways magical. But it’s clogging up my sinuses and getting yellow dust over everything.
I walked into one of those places that still asks just the other day. They asked if I had any symptoms. I could have lied. Instead I just told them that of course I have symptoms. I get up in the morning and there a huge tree standing right outside my window, gleefully flipping me off and spreading it’s magic dust up my nose to cause me great irritation.
Thankfully, there are antihistamines to take care of such annoyances. But I will be glad when pollen season comes to an end.
Although I can pretend I have a new car. At least on the outside. It’s this nice yellowish colour. At least until it rains.
