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Note to self - the world is a watercolor over which bright yellow pollen has been put as a wash.
Yellow stains in low spots on the sidewalk; yellow dust roostertails from my windshield wipers; chalk-dry yellow former puddles around the stand-pipe drains at the metro garage; a fine pollen sand on the tesselations in the subway, blown in ahead of spring storms; slugs of choking yellow, all primary and kid-crayon.
Enough a'ready. I am itching just looking. I am itching just thinking about it.
Also: one of the Wye Oaks in a plastic pot in the lawn has new pale green leaves. The other plant looks dead, except for a few leaves sprouting from the base. I think it needs plant food.
For no particular reason, I present a Christmas scene: A relative in fatigues.
Yellow stains in low spots on the sidewalk; yellow dust roostertails from my windshield wipers; chalk-dry yellow former puddles around the stand-pipe drains at the metro garage; a fine pollen sand on the tesselations in the subway, blown in ahead of spring storms; slugs of choking yellow, all primary and kid-crayon.
Enough a'ready. I am itching just looking. I am itching just thinking about it.
Also: one of the Wye Oaks in a plastic pot in the lawn has new pale green leaves. The other plant looks dead, except for a few leaves sprouting from the base. I think it needs plant food.
For no particular reason, I present a Christmas scene: A relative in fatigues.