Pollen

 

Bittersweet is how I felt Sunday morning.  I like to get up early, and the first thing that I heard when I woke up was the rain pitter-pattering as it ran down the thin aluminum downspout.  It reminded me of the noise that the raindrops made on our metal trailer roof 35 years ago when it rained.  I don’t usually like rain on Sunday morning, but the pollen has been soooo thick that I was happy to hear the rain washing it away.  Saturday afternoon, I used my powerful gas blower (thank you, Eric) to blow away the pollen, but this picture is how much had accumulated only 24 hours later!  Kathy and I went out Saturday, but I made her keep her car window up and we used the A.C.  She likes the warm spring air, but I am tormented by the pollen.  Reminds me of Matthew 5:45, “… he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”  Now, I’m not going to speculate as to which one of us is evil or good/just or unjust, but I am going to say that I am grateful that the dear Lord sent the rain to wash away the pollen.  Thank you, Lord.