That would be a lie.
While
I love the spring, with the warmer weather easing the pains in my
joints, the spring does not love me back. Random pollen, from plants
that NOBODY else is allergic to, cause me to sneeze uncontrollably and
leak various colorful fluids from my nose and eyes. This certainly
makes the many meetings I attend more interesting. I used to try and
pass off my tears and runny nose as something else, but now I just grab my inhaler
and look pitiful. I could wear a mask, like I did when I was going through chemo. I could just stay indoors for three or four months. Or I could move to Canada, where I can't possibly be allergic to anything. Except perhaps bears.
The pollen here may cause me consternation. Oh yes. However, I love the colors of the wildflowers strewn all willy-nilly on every patch of grass larger than a postage stamp. I love the glory of the mountain laurel trees, with their purple, grape-smelling flowers. It's an awesome display, every color represented, and I find myself inspired in spite of the need for tissues. All too soon, the flowers, and the color, are gone, until next year.
Kind of a silly metaphor for how fast life passes us by. I had better enjoy it while I can!
