Broadway, VA May 4 7:58 am
Be not sick too late, nor well too soon. –Ben Franklin
I could probably write the pollen count section of the National Weather Service forecast. My nose is a relatively good indicator of how much of the powdery stuff is invading the air on any given day. The tissue box on my desk also tells tales. I got tired of watching my seventh graders catch their nasal drips on their shirt sleeves, so I made a trek to the store and bought another supply of “extra soft, strong, absorbent, nose-sensitive” paper handkerchiefs. We’re all sniffling together.
I read bits of an empirical study on Atmospheric BioGeoscience of the Shenandoah Valley (the title itself should have warned me), but I wasn’t able to wade through the science-speak well enough to come to a rational conclusion as to why our mountains seem to trap a whole slew of allergy-causing varmints. Maybe they retire here for the same reason people seem to gravitate to this little spot in the world: an inviting climate, good restaurants and friendly folk. Whatever the case, they’re here for the duration and there’s not a whole lot we can do about ‘em! Except maybe stock up on tissues and allergy pills.