I don’t know about you, but I’m a little bit weary of seeing and feeling yellow.
As if a scratchy throat from living in what recently became the pollen capital of America due to a record-high daily count isn’t enough, just about everything I own or touch is doused in yellow tree spores.
Walking downtown the other day, I noticed after just a few blocks that the tops of my brown leather shoes were covered in yellow pollen. Dusting them off, I wondered if I, too, were glazed in yellow. I asked a friend standing nearby to try dusting me off to see. Sure enough, pollen fled my shoulders from the action, and the true blue color of my shirt returned.
My daughter tried washing her car, hoping to return it to its normal hue, but she said that by the next day it was covered in yellow again. She asked me what to do.
There’s nothing you can do, I told her, considering we’re living through one of the highest measurable springtime tree pollen coatings in American history. We would laugh at the exceedingly high pollen count numbers, causing allergic reactions and discoloring our daily lives, if it weren’t for fear of breaking into a scratchy cough instead.