March 31st, 2017

Atchoo!  Excuse me.  Isn't this  a pretty little picture?  I took it in my backyard.  The flowering thing is bougainvillea.  I love the colour. Spring is so gorgeous here. Every day, it seems, that something new is blooming. Atchoo! excuse me!  The very air seems perfumed.  And the colours, oh my, from bright white to vivid reds and sweet lavenders and every colour in between. Nearly every, atchoo, excuse me, colour of the rainbow is represented, florally speaking.

When I walk around, my head spins like a top trying to see everything at once.  Of course, I don't know most of their, Atchoo! names, excuse me, but I'm slowly learning.  There is the one downside of this bounty of blossoms of course, atchoo! excuse me.  The fine layer of green and gold pollen all over everything. Have to clean off any outside furniture before you sit down or your britches will be Atchoo! excuse me, stained of course.

Then there is that same layer of flower pollen schmutz all over the cars!  I don't mind washing the, Atchoo, excuse me, cars far more often.  I even kind of enjoy playing in the water outside (which, let's face it, is what it is) but my goodness!  Atchoo, excuse me, it is becoming a daily chore.  And the fact that the water sprayer in my car isn't working right now, means that every single time I need to drive somewhere, Atchoo! excuse me, I have to wash my windows first.   Atchoo! excuse me.  I don't believe my car has ever been quite this clean.

Really, it's just a minor inconvenience and a temporary one too.  Spring won't last Atchoo! excuse me, forever after all.  Soon enough, all this blossoming and pollen spewing will be done Atchoo! excuse me, and my car can return to it's usual filthy self. (only on the outside, the inside is always immaculate)

What's a little dusting of pollen when balance out by this fairy land of flowers?  Atchoo!  excuse me, it's like living in a botanic garden!  So really, having to wash the cars more often, or being sure to wipe off lawn furniture before sitting down is a very minor thing. Atchoo! excuse me.  I really cannot complain if that is the only downside.  Atchoo! excuse me.

Well, perhaps there is that one other tiny little thing that goes along with living in this wonderful garden of a place.  Atchoo,! excuse me.  I think, now mind you, I am no medical expert, but perhaps, Atchoo! excuse me, I may have a mild, Atchoo! excuse me, slight, allergy thing going on.  Atchoo! excuse me.  But I'm sure, in time, I will adapt.  Atchoo! Excuse me, right?