The Emerald City

I don’t know why I thought I could delude myself and think we could have a year without pollen. It must be because the long cold winter made it come so late. But the tardiness of the tiny green particles might have concentrated it to all come at once for today the air seems to have a thick green veil. The tree spores that are everywhere like ribbons of pistachio pudding makes it feel like I am breathing underwater. I am lucky, the pollen just annoys me, not taking me down like so many who have red and itchy eyes and throats swollen practically shut.

For the past two days we have had torrential rainstorms in the night filling buckets that had mistakenly been left outside over and over again. Despite all this rain the pollen persists. I can only imagine what it would be like if it had not rained creating green rivers running down the roads and into storm drains.

The places on my car that I touched with my hands appear like skeletal x-rays with extra pollen sticking to the oils left on the black paint. One dog walking in the yard and my navy blue Mary-Jane sneakers are aquamarine with the allergens.

The only good news is no trespasser or thief could get on to and back off our property without leaving an absolutely identifiable trail of footprints right down to the exact wear tread of their shoes. Of course that also means that I drag the green stuff into the house leaving footprints on every once perfectly clean floor.

It is going to rain again tonight. I wonder how many cycles of rain and pollen-producing sunshine it will take for us to be done with this seasons irritants? At least I have not had to dodge the green tumbleweeds of pollen that blow down the street when we go multiple days without rain.

I guess this is the price we pay for not having feet of snow like Boston or twisters like the Midwest. I’ll take a week of green and a box of Claritin any day. It certainly seems timely that tomorrow’s DA auction is called “The Emerald City.” I was hoping for the gems though.