When the Oak Pollen Falls
This is our back deck after the wind stacked the pollen neatly instead of all over the deck.
Where I live, oak pollen is as high as it has been since 2019. All sorts of us are having allergic reactions. I may be having one, but it also may be a plain old cold. I never know.
Regardless of the cause I have almost no voice, a foghorn cough, and brain fog. It’s that last that has resulted in no actual newsletter today.
However, on Sunday while listening to Casey Kasem’s American Top Forty and I heard a song I really like. It was Donnie and Marie’s version.
Then my addled brain wrote this bit of doggerel. Don’t worry, it’s short!
When the oak pollen falls
over every kind of walls
then begin the coughs, sneezes, tears, and whines.
Through the mist of antihistamine
You stand and stare at me
Wheezing my name with a sigh.
My apologies to composer Peter DeRose and lyricist Mitchell Parish.
I hope everyone is finding a way to take care themselves as we move through oak season to the end of the school year.
Gage
Quote of the Week
“When the deep purple falls
over sleepy garden walls
and the stars begin to twinkle in the night
in the mist of my memory, you wander on back to me.”Peter DeRose and Mitchel Parrish
This is not Donnie and Marie’s version since I find brother/sister love song duets a bit creepy.