It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. No, I don’t have my classic novel lines and titles all messed up. I’m talking about spring.
Spring is just around the corner. I’m seeing the signs — my daffodils have bloomed, there are buds on the Bradford pear trees, people are fishing on the lake, and the tennis courts at the nearby apartment complexes are actually seeing some activity. I even saw a bee the other day. Spring is my favorite season of the year because the temperature warms up, leaving winter’s cold behind, and the rebirth of the natural world is uplifting and inspiring.
Too bad my sinuses don’t like spring as much as I do. While I love to go outside and breathe in all that warm, spring air, and smell the perfume of the flowers, my allergies go berserk — even if I’m faithfully taking my allergy meds. I begin to resemble a fish on the lakeshore, sucking air through my mouth because my nose is basically useless for anything beyond keeping the facial tissue companies in business. It doesn’t help that I live in one of the top 10 cities for allergy/asthma problems, aka Pollen City. While checking the weather temp online today, I see the dreaded announcement “Today’s Pollen Count is High.” Ugh. I’ve turned into one of those people who have to wear a surgical mask if I’m doing any type of yard work that stirs up dust and pollen. It’s a good thing hubby is in charge of the mowing. 
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