March 18, 2010
The Bloom of Doom
The fruitless mulberry street trees are blooming about two weeks earlier than last year, making our fine-tuned plans a little less tuned. As Joe says, I’m learning phenology the hard way. So far, I’m pretty much OK. I’m much more well-armed than I was last year, and have the HEPA filters running, various desensitizing inhalers inhaled, and rescue drugs ready. I also have an allergist on call.
You should see the damned things, though: pollen wafting off like little puffs of smoke. And of course the weather’s gorgeous and I’d love to spend hours relaxing on the front porch. Ah well, Oi’m Not Dead Yet.

