I learned an important lesson over the past two days. Namely, while it is nice to open all the windows and air out the house on the warmest day of the year so far (as long as you’re in April), if the warmest day of the year also comes with a high wind warning, the windows should stay firmly closed.
My allergies have been going crazy the past couple of days. I’m allergic to, well, everything, and spring, though pretty, is my least favorite time of the year.
I remember waking up as a child and not being able to open my eyes, they were so crusted with gunk, and swollen from allergies. Memorial Day, our mother thought it a good idea to teach us to be good citizens, so we would go to the cemetery to watch the various ceremonies honoring veterans.
The cemetery in the center of a bunch of farms growing alfalfa.
The cemetery where rye grows volunteer, and blooms around Memorial Day.
Guess what my two big allergies are?
Also, when I was about 6, my best friend’s family ran over my dog on the way home from the cemetery on Memorial Day. Yeah, not my favorite holiday.
Anyway, moving on.
The last two days my allergies have been as bad as they had ever been in my adult life. I’ve been sneezing, coughing, my nose wouldn’t stop dripping, I had a mondo sinus headache, and I couldn’t wake up. It was so bad, it affected my voice. I was thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t live in the South, where the pollen is so bad that the whole city of Atlanta is coated with a visible greenish-yellow layer of dust.
Just when I was figuring out the pros and cons of going into hibernation until June, it started to rain.
I’m a desert girl, and grew up in a farming family, so a good rain is always appreciated. Unless it turns into a flash flood. Or the hay’s been cut and is drying in the field. Or a little dog needs to go potty, but doesn’t like to get her feet wet, and I wasn’t smart enough to grab a jacket.
Rain has always been something of a wonder to me. It calmed and cleaned the air, removing the dust and pollen that was afflicting me. (if afflicting too dramatic a word? I’m gonna stick with it anyway) It seems to calm the world.
Except the other little dog who was so determined to get out of the rain that he forgot to poop, then decided 20 minutes later that he couldn’t wait any longer and insisted we go back out.
Rain is a reminder for me that life goes on. It wasn’t a big thunderstorm, just–rain.
This morning, I woke up to the sounds of running water and the sight of melting snow. The air was fresh and clean (and blessedly low in pollen) the sun was shining, and the birds singing their little hearts out.
I’m feeling better today, both physically and emotionally. A good storm will do that, after it passes, it leaves clear air and clear hears.