Spring Fever

Spring has burst into full bloom here in Wilmington. Our azaleas are a riot of pinks, reds, corals, and delicate blushing whites. The wisteria vines have flowered in all the trees, adding a lavender sheen to the woods around our house. Flowering boxwood trees, cherry blossoms, tulips, late-blooming daffodils—all now grace our yard with spring color.

How beautiful, you must be thinking. Yes. But I'm not going to show you a picture of the flowers. The photos here show the thick layer of yellow pollen that has covered every possible surface: cars, walkways, patio furniture, our lungs, etc.

Scott has cleaned off one side of the garbage can. That's not dust. It's pure pollen.

Here you can see the yellowish pollen that has collected on our tile porch.

Everyone I know here is wheezing, sneezing, and coughing from the botanical onslaught. Or, like me, suffering from allergy-induced sinus headaches. I guess that's the price for all that beauty!