I've again hit the point where a blog seems silly. That said, you listen to me when we're having a conversation, and this is a bit like a one-sided conversation. I'll pretend it's one of those times when I'm hyper and don't stop for breath.
Spring. When it is not soft and lovely, the air is filled with the cloying stench of bradford pear tree blossoms. A top heavy and unimaginative landscaping fall-back. It could be that I'm anti-flowering tree becuase they cause me nasal annoyance. This could also be why I consider Georgia pines to be tall, strong weeds. Soon, I'll be able to watch billowing clouds of chartreuse pollen coming from the trees by the parking deck at work. It gives me shivers to think about it.
Most things are well.
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