Painting the Town Yellow
I guess it’s that time of year. I usually associate the mass quantities of yellow dust with Fall, when the Pines make a mess of the world. But yesterday I woke up to find my car dusted with yellow pollen.
I guess it’s just springtime.
That might explain why Dear Wife and I have spent the past couple weekends working in our garden, planting new flowers. B.T. thought it was great… and he made his own mess of things while he watched us work.