But that isn't the most important thing to think about. Nor, the most worrisome.
If this weren't bad enough, I passed the spot pictured in the next image - on the way home. It is deceptively lovely and covers a vast field that is just coming into bloom after the cold of winter. We should be rejoicing over the fact that the long days of cold and early darkness are coming to an end and the Spring is bursting into bud before our very eyes. We should be glad, except that this is part of a large field that is directly across from the church we attend. I drove along beside the blooming fields as I headed out in the morning and returned in the evening. For those highly allergic folk who haven't guessed what this is, don't get too close to the photograph. This is the weed commonly called Red Top. It is an amazing sight to behold a half mile long parcel of field that stretches from the road, clear back to the next section at the tree-line. The setting sun sets the color to glowing a shade of red that's hard to describe. Not because we don't have the words; it's hard to describe because we are rubbing our noses and snuffling back a sneeze as we hastily roll the windows up all tight and turn off the air conditioning. Just the thought of this huge field makes my nose itch and tingle. My eyes start to water. I need to get some tissue and quit thinking about pressure in my sinus. I need to go now.
1 comment:
Red Top! The name fit perfectly. Clairton to the rescue! The grass looks graceful and thirsty.
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