LOCAL VIEW –Suffocating Pollen–UPDATED

A back door cold front pushed cool Atlantic air over us, and shunted summer away to our southwest, where it gathered its forces and prepared to come back as a warm front.  Once again the backdoor front didn’t even bring us a sprinkle, though we did get a light, chilly fog, to make a Monday especially gray.

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As the day passed the chilled east wind faded, and swung around to the slightest southwest airs. It was not a wind that you noticed, but you did notice the mellowing of the temperature and the difference in humidity. The cold Atlantic air, warmed over land, seemed especially dry, while the land breezes held a hint of tropics. It seems a bit backwards to have land air moister than sea air, but that’s how it was. I was watching the fronts to the west, hoping for rain.

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This morning’s map shows the fronts upon us, but as usual the showers have died down over night, and also dried coming east.  20150519 satsfc20150518B rad_ec_640x48020150519 rad_ne_640x480

We had a single shower pass through in the dark before dawn. Rain makes a totally different sound once the leaves are out, and its been so dry I haven’t heard it. At first it sounded like all the trees were sighing, and then applauding.

However most noticeable was the immediate clarity of the air. It has been a great year for pollen. Not only are all the plants pollinated, but people have been pollinated as well. Even people who aren’t officially allergic have suffered from itchy eyes and runny noses, and even indoors a yellow dust collects on furniture.  A single showers halts that suffocation, for an hour at least.

I feel a sonnet brewing, about how one should never complain about sunshine, but…

Hopefully I’ll have time to update later.

UPDATE

As has been the norm this spring, most of the heavier showers passed south of us. It looks like we have one more chance, in the rain just west of Massachusetts, but even that will not do much to reverse the drought. The sun is so high and the days are so long that the rate of evaporation is elevated, and it is difficult to stay ahead of the drying.

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The showers were just enough to wet the playground grass and convince me to keep the older children in, before the bus came, because they can get amazingly wet in thirty seconds, and I don’t want them damp all day in school. They then basically bounce off the walls, for an hour, as I try to “redirect”. (That is the current politically-correct word.) They are always inventing various types of warfare, (even the girls seem to desire to get a girls vs. boys battle of some sort going), and what I do is “redirect” them from actual battles to more constructive activities, such as building forts out of furniture. Then they have to put everything back where it belongs before the bus comes. Between the putting-up and taking-down they burn off a lot of energy with very little actual bloodshed.

I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping a semblance of order among fifteen rowdy children in two 20 foot by 20 foot rooms, and this morning I was sketching out a complex sonnet on a piece of scrap paper even as I “redirected”. Then I herded four out to the bus and my gang-of-six into the van to drive them to kindergarten, leaving a member of my staff with the four younger preschoolers, as another arriving member of the staff dealt with other arriving preschoolers.

Five out of six of my gang wanted to listen to “circus music” on the radio, which is their term for classical music. (The sixth child prefers “country”, and made gagging noises, until I told her Beethoven liked the country.)  As we waited to unload in a line of cars at the kindergarten the children had to sit as we crept forward, but were allowed to dance when we stood still. (Half of the fun is in the standing and then sitting, standing and then sitting).

I wonder if Beethoven ever dreamed he’d have such an audience, while he wrote, “Overture to King Stephen”.

I also wonder if parents, when they enlist their kids in a Farm-childcare with an orientation towards the outdoors, ever imagined their kids would be learning about sonnets and Beethoven.  (I’m also teaching them to speak with English Accents like the announcers on the car radio, so that when they grow up they can get a job at PBS.)

“Keep ’em guessing”, is my attitude, and parents soon learn our Childcare is seldom boring.

In any case, I now have a few hours off before I have to do some chores, and then attend a 4 hour State-mandated class about Childcare, and lastly lead a meeting of my Church’s deaconate.  I’m sitting here looking at a scrap of paper, trying to figure out if it is a poem hidden in a formal sonnet, or a formal sonnet hidden in a poem. As a formal sonnet it looks like this:

Like a bumblebee that’s crawling through
Some suffocating pollen, you need rain
To make your flowers grow. The morning dew
Won’t do, although it won’t do to complain.
Like Dust-Bowl Okie eyes that yearn for wet
In skies that only burn, you bet your hopes
On roulette weather-vanes, but don’t forget
It won’t do to complain. That’s how one copes
When the proportions in the recipe
For lemonade are far too lemony
Or else too sugary, or too watery.
Go ask a farmer’s daughter. She
Has heard her Hero makes and breaks with rain
And so she prays. It won’t do to complain.

As a poem it goes:

Like a bumblebee that’s crawling through
Some suffocating pollen, you
Need rain To make your flowers grow.
The morning dew won’t do, although
It won’t do to complain.

Like Dust-Bowl Okie eyes that yearn
for wet in skies that only burn,
You bet
Your hopes on roulette
Weather-vanes, but don’t forget
It won’t do to complain.

That’s how one copes
When the proportions in the recipe
For lemonade are far too lemony
Or else too sugary, or too watery.
Go ask a farmer’s daughter. She
Has heard her Hero makes
And breaks
With rain
And so she prays.
It won’t do to complain.

Neither really works, but it kept me busy in the monotony of morning madness, and also simply gives me a hard-to-describe delight.  I figure that, if it is OK to whistle while you work, it’s also OK to play with poetry.

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