Just got back from a walk through a veritable blizzard of pollen. That’s what we get instead of snow. And it’s inspired an idea for a new dystopian novel. How about this?
In a world where pollen storms rage for months at a time, only the hardy few who had stockpiled Kleenex and Claritin survive.
There are some compensations, however. Look at this photo that I took on my iPhone of the wisteria in my neighbor’s yard: lovely!