It seemed to descend on us in just a few hours… though in reality it took at least 12. We went to bed unassuming, but then woke up the next morning to find ourselves completely covered. I opened the back door and saw yellow yellow everywhere.
The house.
The deck.
The swing set.
All completely covered in pollen.
After seeing the the fairy dust everywhere, I am so thankful that we sail through the allergy season without Kleenex or Claritin.
So far the only casualty has been the seat of my pants. Let me tell you, there's a reason why no ones sells jeans in a hazy shade of yellow. Arg! When will I learn to look before I sit, swing, or slide? So unattractive.
