For a moment, I wondered if the neighbor’s barn was on fire.
Then — though thick-headed with early-season allergies — I realized maybe something can be said for wind-driven dust, at least in the evening, after a couple of belts of Flonase.
And, if you don’t believe me about allergies, here’s a pollen-loaded juniper at dreamranch on Feb. 18.
Frankly, it seems to me we have redder sunsets more often these days and pollen-bombing that I used to associate with March now comes in February. I’m thinking this is what climate change does to sunsets and poetry.
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