There’s not much not to love about spring. Flowers, butterflies, birds singing, breezes blowing, mirth, merriment, people falling in love, blah blah blah. All that jazz. Spring is lovely—a time for new things to blossom and grow.
However, every season has its downside. ‘Tis the season for sneezing here in Anytown. All the new flowers bring bucket loads of pollen, which coats our cars, our sidewalks, and our lungs from March until August. We like to joke that this is the time of year where all the white cars turn pale green. Every CVS in town sells Benadryl in the front window, knowing that everyone, repeat everyone, will need to be drugged up just to avoid blowing holes in their sinuses from all the sneezing.
I personally battle allergies year round—itchy eyes, scratchy throat, runny nose, the works. This year I seem to have it even worse: I just look at a blossom and start sneezing. I go through about four tissues a minute. I love the beauty of spring, but I can’t get too close, or my eyes will water for the rest of the day.
The more I see of creation, the more I’m looking forward to when it will all be made new. When the lord sets the earth to rights, I’ll be able to enjoy an eternal springtime without the agony of allergies. That, my friends, is a happy thought.