There are few certain things in life, death and taxes for example. They are true in the South as anyplace else, but there is another element that comes about: Pollen.
Yep, first the pollen hits, then the rain. It turns the whole mess into a lovely river of yellow gunk…but at least it’s in the gutters and not in our sinuses!
My eyes water just reading this… Achoo!
As a native Georgian, I sympathize with the weasels and their never ending battle with pollen.
Yep, that sounds about right!
Yes indeed, it always comes this time each year and with a vengeance. Thank you coming by and commenting, I hope the comic gives you a giggle!
South Carolina is just as bad