The oaks have thrown themselves full force into this year’s assault on humans. I am brimming with medication and can barely breathe.
I have spent the last few days arguing with a very determined wasp. The creature insists on building a nest next to the door to my balcony. Three incarnations have appeared and been destroyed thus far.
In short, the natural world is marking the arrival of spring with sincere attempts at murder.
At least there are roses everywhere; Austin always smells like flowers this time of year.