I hate pollen. I mean, loathe it. There's nothing I want more than to be able to one day sit down with God and just say, "Why?" Call me selfish and sickly, but this stuff just reaks (sp.?) havoc on me. Seriously, I haven't been able to breathe out of my nose for the past two weeks.
And then I'm reminded that this yellow devil is necessary for the beautiful flowers I get to enjoy during Spring and Summer to bloom. Just thought I would point out the reciprocal relationship I am experiencing right now: Flowers productivity vs. My productivity. About as lop-sided as you can get.