Let me preface this post by saying: I love springtime. I hate winter. I hate being cold (and I live in Georgia where it's relatively mild). I hate the short days. Spring is a season of rebirth and renewal. My spirits lift every year when the time changes and the days are getting longer.
But why, oh why, must we suffer through allergies? This last week I have been a rundown, itchy-eyed, stuffy mess. In the mother of all ironies, just when it starts turning warm, and the daylight is lengthing, and all the plants are blooming- in other words, when you really want to be outside- my allergies flare up, and being outside with all the pollen is the worst thing I could do to myself. Of course, living in Atlanta doesn't help. It's one of the allergy hotspots in the country. Our pollen counts are out of sight most of the spring. And we have GORGEOUS springs down here. The redbuds, azaleas, dogwoods and cherries are all blooming. It's a truly beautiful city in the springtime. And I'm inside, honking like a goose from being so stuffed up.
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