Thursday, March 29, 2007
Ahhhh — chooooooo!!!
Ah — spring has sprung and it’s gloriously green around here.
Most of the green these days though is not the beautiful foliage (although it is green and beautiful). It’s our air — full to the brim with pollen and allergens and floaty, green particles of stuff — looks a lot like green smoke.
And just try to breathe the stuff! Yep, there’s lots of “ah-chooooing” going on in our neck of the woods.
I’ve lived in the forests near Holly Springs for a little over 20 years now.
We moved to the “woods” in the middle of January in the mid-1980s and I had never seen our trees while in bloom and/or bud. (We started looking and bought in the late summer and fall season.)
When we first moved here, one of my great pleasures was roaming the woods — either on foot with the dogs or on a 4-wheeled ATV.
One afternoon, while on the ATV, I drove by Carolyn’s (our nearest neighbor) house and found her outside potting little stick-looking trees.
Being completely ignorant of the outdoors and green stuff (I grew up as a true city girl!), I asked lots of questions. My neighbor was potting dogwood trees to give to her grandmother and a couple other friends and relatives.
I was so excited. I love dogwood trees. I asked if she’d pot me a couple to plant around where we were in the process of building our house.
She laughed out loud and then said, “Come spring, if you still want dogwoods, I’ll pot you as many as you like.”
Well, that was great, although I wasn’t sure why she thought it was so funny. But who cared, I was going to get several dogwoods.
Come spring, I found out why she laughed so hard. Our entire “neck” of the woods is covered in dogwoods. In our 80 acres of woods, I probably have roughly a couple thousand of those beautiful, white-blooming trees.
Sometimes, standing at the glass doors at the back of my house, it looks almost like we live in the clouds with all the beautiful white trees surrounding us.
I also discovered something else that first spring living in the country.
It’s almost impossible to breathe air that is green!
Monday morning, my little, red car had a curious green haze covering it — and my granddaughters, ages 9 and 11, had taken great pleasure in writing all over the car in great big letters “WASH ME!”
And our poor little white poodle (who thinks he is a ferocious big dog — don’t tell him different) also has a green cast on his curly fur.
It’s OK though. Every car and animal around here is that same peculiar green color.
The glorious dogwoods and other blooming foliage almost make it worth it though!
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