The First Day of Spring. For me anyway. I know for the rest of Houston it’s been going on two weeks now, but for me, this is ceremoniously the first. Why? Well, when I was a little girl in Kentucky the first sign of Spring was when the daffodils and tulips that flanked our front walk sprung up out of the last of the melting snow. When I woke up in the morning I was able to smell the daffodils and know they were there without even having to look out the window. Yes, the window was open, I’ve told that story before, and yes, I probably got in trouble on those mornings too. Anyway, because of their smell, and because of the magic of seeing them peeking out of melting snow, daffodils have always been my favorite flower, so I got some today.
Welcome to Spring - Sinus Land, that is. So now that I have been attacked by the pollen storm that has overtaken The Woodlands and the beautiful daffodils in my house are conspiring against my nasal passages, I have to postpone telling you about my recent findings about the LDS. Tomorrow you will see . . .