Every Fall
Every fall the world dies in an ecstatic riot of color, smell and taste. And every fall, I am unable to enjoy it because of a scrappy little weed.
Ragweed.
Every fall, despite all the medicine in the world, I end up looking like the guy from The Mummy who comes stumbling out of the corridor after Imhotep attacks him.
MY EYES! MY EYES!
September 7th, 2011 at 2:05 am
Oh, I feel your pain! I get hit in the fall from ragweed, but the worst for me is in March. Pine pollen is my number 1 enemy. Thank goodness for Zyrtec!