"Help, the trees are fornicating with my face!"
...Or so Steve sputtered as he was hit in the face with a battalion of white fuzzy pollen tufts while walking up toward our apartment.
So, now that Spring is FINALLY kicking in up here, I have discovered that the trees here like to have orgies every June. I woke up one morning and saw tons of white material falling out of the sky. I swore it was snow, it was even gathering on the lawns, in gutters and on car rooftops the same way snow does. But, much to my astonishment, it's not snow. It's the airborne slurry of copious amounts of pollen and fluffy seed tufts. Dirty, dirty tree sex. Yep.
The wild wanton passions of the local flora have subsided, but I won't soon forget the arboretal debauchery anytime soon.
So, now that Spring is FINALLY kicking in up here, I have discovered that the trees here like to have orgies every June. I woke up one morning and saw tons of white material falling out of the sky. I swore it was snow, it was even gathering on the lawns, in gutters and on car rooftops the same way snow does. But, much to my astonishment, it's not snow. It's the airborne slurry of copious amounts of pollen and fluffy seed tufts. Dirty, dirty tree sex. Yep.
The wild wanton passions of the local flora have subsided, but I won't soon forget the arboretal debauchery anytime soon.