We All Live in a Yellow Atmosphere…

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It’s Pollen Week in Birmingham. Maybe it is in Alabama as a whole, or the world as a whole. I don’t know. But I do know it’s most definitely pollen week here.

Pollen Week is THE week when every flowering and non-flowering tree in the city (and we have a lot of them) conspire together to release their yellow powdery presents at the same exact time.

Every surface in Birmingham is covered with a dusting of yellow, from barely there to inches thick, depending on how long they’ve stayed in the same spot.

Yeah – don’t stand still.

I drove down the highway Tuesday morning, wondering why it was so smoggy. And that was the moment it hit me – that thick fog had a yellowish tint. IT had arrived. Swirling around in a devilish haze and choking every being within its reach.

Despite my realization, I made the mistake of leaving my sunroof open while my car was parked for a couple of hours, and when I started up the car, a dust cloud rose up and engulfed every living creature in my car.

I’m not especially allergic to pollen, but it is SO thick this week that even my eyes are watering, and my throat feels like I’ve inhaled the powder off of an entire bag of doughnuts.

I’m pretty sure that anyone that actually does have pollen allergies needs to be evacuated from the city immediately.

The rain today was greatly anticipated to wash the pollen away, but so far it only looks to have taken away the small stuff and replaced it with the Mother Ships:IMG_8721

Every year, this Week of Yellow Horror reminds me of my Missions Trip to Cyprus.

Not that it was horror-filled. Quite the opposite. It is definitely one of my fondest memories. When I was 16, I went for six weeks to the unbelievably gorgeous country of Cyprus to work for a missionary family there. They lived in the most amazing house perched atop a hill overlooking the blue-green Mediterranean Sea… cy038
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It was a true time of suffering for the Lord.

It was my first time to ever fly in my life, but despite my inexperience, I flew all the way back by myself. One of my favorite moments was when I arrived to New York City via Athens, Greece, alone and 16, in the middle of the night. The customs agent was a tall, suspicious, red-headed man.

He looked at my passport. He squinted at me. He looked at my passport. He glared at me. Then he asked, “Do your parents know where you are?”

There are so many things that I wish I had said now, half of which would have probably prevented me from setting foot on U.S. soil, but instead, I muttered, “Yes sir, I promise they do.”

At any rate. Back to the pollen.

While I was in Cyprus, there was this morning there that we woke up to the whole country coated in red mud. The cars were red. The buildings were red. The countryside was red. And the air was still red. Windshield wipers had to be used to battle red rain.

We frantically searched for news of this crazy phenomenon and discovered that a mud storm from the Middle East had decided to travel internationally for the day and had made its way across the Mediterranean and into Cyprus.

It was really cool.

And I didn’t take any pictures of it.

Darn pre-blogging days.

Anyway, I thought it was so cool that I sat down to write my Dad an email about it. I started out the email telling him how spooky it was…the sky was red, everything was red…red rain…the red silence was deafening…

And then I accidentally hit send. I didn’t have much time, so I figured he’d realize what I did and I’d finish the email the next day.

However, I forgot that one of my Mom’s Two Main Fears about my missions trip was that Chemical Warfare from the Middle East infighting would drift over and kill me instantaneously.

(Her other Main Fear was that I’d meet a Charming Cypriot Man, fall in love, marry, and never come back. At Sixteen.)

(Lucky for Mom, 90% of all worries never come true.)

(And also lucky for her, although Cypriot women are stunningly gorgeous, the Cypriot men were nothing but enormous Greek eyebrows.)

(Which, paired with mine, would create babies born with a full-faced unibrow, somewhat akin to that wolf kid that shows up in the tabloids once a month.)

Anyway, the moral of this story is: If you’re writing an email about something spooky that is currently happening to you, be sure to finish the email and explain the phenomenon. Or your parents just might track you down, halfway across the globe, and strangle you.

Oh – and stay indoors until the Yellow Plague ascends from upon us.

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Comments

  1. And I'd like to second that with a resounding, "get the heck outta dodge, pollen!"

  2. My sentiments exactly, Greta. I have never seen so much pollen since we moved south. Coming back from NC this past Monday, the pollen in NC and SC was thick, yes, worse than here if you can believe that.

  3. Jackamo says:

    The rain seems to have helped a bit at our house. My car certainly looks better. I'm so ready for the yellow pestilence to be gone. Get thee away from us, pollen! Return from whence yee came!

  4. Mama Hen says:

    Yes, the dirt areas in our yard now match our green grass. I think the rain helped this morning.

  5. Kitty Engle says:

    I feel sorry for the allergy sufferers. It's like breatheing in a Goody Powder up there.

  6. Kitty Engle says:

    That yellow stuff reminds me of inhaling a goody powder by mistake. I feel very sorry for the allergy sufferers.

  7. This Is The Day says:

    Wow! That sounds like a horror movie for people with allergies! That doesn't happen here thankfully. We sometimes have a small area that is coated with pollen but definitely nothing like that! Although I am still jealous that things are blooming there pollen or no! :)

  8. Avery Tales says:

    The past few days have been the very few moments that I haven't complained about not being able to leave the house! It's pure insanity! I loved your mother ship reference, so true!! The red rain story is too funny.

  9. We have this in Houston too–I never realized the earth could create so much pollen till we moved here. And I do get allergies–sneezes, sniffles, and my entire mouth, ears, nose, eyes, throat and sometimes scalp itch like crazy! Be gone pollen!

  10. My poor Mama is suffering terribly right now because of all the pollen. Pollen Be Gone!!!

  11. Stephanie says:

    Um, pollen WEEK? Pssht! Try Pollen SEASON! This stuff kicks my butt every year, but I also have year round allergies so this kills me. And all that rain? Yeah, it parted when it got to our house and met up on the other side. I have light yellow streaks everywhere. I am convinced I am going to perish from lack of clean oxygen. My lungs are problably bright yellow. And i am not even telling you what has been coming out of the orifices in my head the past two weeks.
    Pollen Week. Psshhht.

  12. Beautiful pics!

    Trust me, down here in central AL it's nasty too. I'm so grateful not to have allergies and feel such sympathy for those that do.

  13. I'm just like you, normally it doesn't bother me, but this week my throat has been scratchy and sore and I've almost coughed my head off.

  14. Christen says:

    That's so cool that you worked with a missionary family in Cyprus! The pictures are gorgeous!

  15. Anonymous says:

    I teared up when I saw this post! Thank you so much for reminding me of my wonderful home. – Bekah W.

  16. We are full on snotty here….
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