Imagine, young shoots pushing up through soft, wet ground. Buds on trees swelling from bare branches. The sun beaming through the trees, bright but not yet warm. Birds chasing one another, in their noisy mating dance. Carnal sounds of deer rutting, just out of sight. The fertility of spring is unmistakable, all of life showing off in it's aliveness.
As you walk, a fine yellow powder drifts down, seemingly from the heavens and covers everything in a yellow film. The yellow powder is pine pollen, released only...More Info