There is a yellow haze in the air. It does not come from the humidity or smog or the heat. Each year in early spring the South is assaulted by minuscule grains of pollen wafting through the air. Today, like many springs past, clouds of yellow pine pollen whirl through the air, clouding the sky and your senses. A pale yellow coating paints the South with a soft veneer. There is no escape. It covers houses, cars, other trees and plants. Unlike other parts of the country, this pollen finds its way in to every crevice of your home. Before you realize it there is pollen in your eyes, your hair, and your nose.
If we’re lucky, a few healthy spring rains will wash this lemon patina off the surfaces it covers. When it does eventually rain, canary rivers of pollen rush down the streets towards the rain gutters. Cleansing rains offer a reprieve from the onslaught of pollen, if only temporarily. Aside from the temporary suffering of running noses, itchy eyes and throat tickles, we Southerners tough out natures pollen party each year. The way I see it all this floating pollen offers the biggest reward of all – two weeks of no dusting! Why bother? As soon as you dust another layer of pollen coats everything in sight. Let’s face it, I’m no domestic goddess. Who has time for boring chores when there are so many other things to do?