That’s a crooked finger lake full of pollen. I mean full.
It’s across the street from my house, which matches, as do our vehicles, and frankly everything. Good thing rain is due, too many people living here are suffering through allergies. I’m in about the best shape of anyone, even the dog and cat.
But I just did a silly thing.
I went out into the hazy yellowish green air and took a big sniff of my wisteria. My nose is itching like I’ve got a feather with legs stuffed in both nostrils.