The Yellow Returns

Before moving to here, I'd never given much thought to pollen.  I don't suffer with hay fever, and hadn't even seen pollen that I knew of.  In Georgia, though, it lets you know IT'S HERE.

A better picture would have been of my neighbor's car, but getting it would have looked weird.  This has all just started, but there's enough to make footprints.

That's the book I'm currently reading.  It's fascinating.  If I had written a dissertation, it would have been either on the Sociology of knitting (we learn from one another) or on the last meals of inmates (what we eat has social and cultural roots.)