Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Yellow Peril

I drove down a rural road this morning, turned around and came back the other way a minute later. Not only was the pollen still swirling through the air in my wake, like a grainy mist or fog, but I could see my tire tracks, as if I had driven through a light dusting of snow.

There are many lovely things to appreciate about spring, but this is not one of them.