It’s a beautiful fall day and the yards need mowing, cars need washing and garden needs planting, yet I’m inside washing clothes and writing.
Ragweed pollen is kicking my butt (OK, more accurately, my nose). A couple of days ago in Houston, the count was reported at more than 1,400 ragweed pollen grains per cubic meter of air. Ragweed likes to grow at the edge of fields and, more relevant to me, along river banks. We live on a river bank.
The accompanying picture shows the shape of ragweed pollen grains. No wonder my nose hurts. The amazing thing to me is that so many people (including family members) are walking around acting as if they aren’t inhaling little burr bombs. Whatever magic they have that wards off these things, may I have some too, please?
Maybe I’ll have to set up camp out at the Polka Farm. I was there yesterday while a plumber finished out the second bathroom. Even though there’s plenty of ragweed habitat and I was out hauling brush, both nostrils functioned pretty close to normally.
Oh, I could go on and on, but this is at least three sentences more than necessary about my particular sinus maladies.