Springtime is my absolutely favorite season. I really dislike the cold weather and the short, dark days. Truthfully, any temperature below 70 degrees is too cold for me, so winter really takes a toll on me.
One of the reasons I love spring is because it means that winter is over. Winter really and truly is painful to me. And I love to watch the birds return, build their nests and lay their eggs. I love to watch the flowers popping and the trees getting their leaves. It's a time of rebirth and it's absolutely lovely.
But I don't love it anymore. Because now, to me, it's the season that kicks Asher's asthmatic butt. He gets these dark circles under his eyes, super-congested in his nose, and starts to wheeze. The pollen causes him to struggle in his breathing. So now, the things I used to like about springtime are on the opposite list. And now, instead of reveling in spring, I count the days until the pollen is gone. And I dread the arrival of Autumn, my formerly second favorite season, when we have to go through a similar allergy season.
Maybe winter isn't so bad after all.
Friday, March 28, 2008
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