Sneezy, Wheezy, and Queasy

Guilty

Sneezy, Wheezy, and Queasy.

No, they aren't dwarves. 

It's me.

The sun is shining.  

We enjoy temperatures of 78 in the shade. 

So do the plants of Scottsdale.

They are blooming in droves. 

Nothing flamboyant or photogenic. 

Just millions of minute, tiny blossoms, discreetly disseminating dust and pollen.

Our little town should be called Dustdale or Pollendale. 

Don'tleavethehousewithoutahankydale.

Youknowyouwillbesorryifyoudon'ttakeanantihistaminetabletdale. 

Iknowyoumissthedamp,fresh,relativelypollenfreeseaairofCornwalldale.

Okay, the last one is silly.

But, for an ardent garden lover, it is a torturous irony.  

This is the time of year to garden, to be outside. 

Soon it will be too hot and dry. 

Some people are just not cut out for desert living.