Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The dreaded Bradford pear tree
Every year I dread March. Don't get me wrong, I love the spring, but I hate what it does to me. The biggest culprit is the Bradford pear tree. Yes, that gorgeous tree laden with thousands upon thousands of tiny white blossoms is poison to my system. I go through about two weeks of pollen hell every March because of them.
Today I feel as if I have an entire bag of cotton stuffed in my head and an elephant standing on my chest. I'm counting the days until the end of the month when they're all bloomed out.
Labels: Painful things