I love living in the South.
I love that I almost never (as in once… since 1994) have to shovel snow. And really, I could have waited a few hours and that snow would have melted. 🙂
I love daffodils in February.
I actually love the melting humid heat of August – when I am near a pool.
But there are 2 weeks of living in the South that are torture for me.
Pine Pollen Season.
See, I live in a pine forest. Not really a forest, but in a neighborhood with a load of pine trees. Each spring, around the end of March/beginning of April, there’s pine pollen season.
It’s the only allergen that annoys me. And Little.
It hurts to breathe. My eyes water and feel like I have sandpaper in them. I sneeze constantly. I take daily allergy meds. As does Little.
For 2 weeks.
And during those two weeks I pray for rain. Every day. Many times a day. I stalk the weather radar. I am almost giddy to see thunderstorm warnings because that will knock down the pollen and I will be able to breathe again.
Thankfully, tonight it POURED. I am thrilled. Tomorrow I may be able to breathe. And not tear up when I go to the mailbox. And maybe in the next week or so I can start walking around my neighborhood again.
And then I’ll love living in the Deep South for another 50 weeks!