Saturday, June 18, 2011

A-A-CHOO!

Just when we thought snow was in our rear view mirror ... mother nature punked us with “PUKH”!  (Rhymes with Winnie the Pooh).  This, my dear friends, is pollen of an unprecedented kind and volume.  Apparently, the story goes that Stalin wanted to pretty-up Moscow and ordered the planting of a slew of beautiful trees that would bloom early ... and apparently often.  Thousands of Poplar trees, (I believe of the Cottonwood variety), were planted all over the city with one small oversight....only female trees were planted.  This means, these “frustrated” female trees pollinate....and pollinate....and pollinate....and then, pollinate some more....for about 3 weeks every June.  It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen....as if Mother Nature blew on the mother of all dandelions...

It gets in your eyes, up your nose, in your mouth, in your hair.  You should see what it does to my sticky, what I call “fly paper”, lip gloss....fur lips comes to mind.  Men with day old beards = instant Santa!   Sunglasses become battle goggles - my swim googles are backup.  We have friends without air conditioning. Open windows = pukh fest in the house!  Piles of pukh in every corner - like massive, oversized dust bunny piles.   A-a-a-a-a-choo-pukh!

On the street....

Only appropriate to include the beer bottles...