The oak leaves are unfurling and the green dust is flying in Washington DC. Any moment now I will begin to sneeze. It becomes a hazmat type situation in the Reyaverse when the oaks and grass pollinate.
I don't think the rutting oaks and grass like me any better than my body likes them; it's best if we can avoid each other during their orgy season.
As I walked beneath the oaks this morning, I kept saying, "I come in peace!" A guy sitting on a bench gave me the strangest look as I passed by. Ha ha. Sometimes I do appear to be kind of crazy.
I partake of natural remedies, Chinese medicine, homeopathic treatment and good old fashioned modern medicine. I can amuse myself for hours deciding what combo of remedies to take.
When I come in from a walk, I wash my hands, wipe my hair with a damp washcloth, change clothes, do a sinus rinse with saline, irrigate my eyes with gentle eyedrops. Some days I have to stay indoors with the windows closed or go straight to the National Gallery and stay safe within its hermetically sealed biosphere for the better part of the day. Avoiding the pollen is a sign of balance, says my acupuncturist. It also keeps me from going into anaphylaxis!
It used to make me so angry to be this allergic to spring, however, I've come to the realization that it's no one's fault, and more importantly, it only lasts a few weeks AND it's my only serious health issue. It could be so much worse.
Later in the season I will be grateful for the deep, cool shade. I will prevail.