It must be the perfect combination of warmth, moisture, humidity and whatever other magical elements are necessary, but it appears that we’ve hit that splendid place where something in the world just gushes forth.  Yesterday and today it was pine pollen.  It was everywhere.  It covered the deck, the truck, the window sills, the kitchen table, couches, the grass and barn roof like yellow buttered popcorn salt.  The breeze would blow and soft clouds of greenish yellow pollen would waft through the trees coating everything in it’s path.  On a bike ride down into town and back again I saw a yellow hazy cloud moving slowly across the lower reaches of the Blue Mountains.  It’s where we live and it’s part of the cycle of things here, as is the creek that’s flowing now and the smell of pine pitch in the air when it’s warm.

On another topic:  Notice the Twitter feed on the right side of this blog page – I’m experimenting a little.  WordPress will show the last five tweets.  If you’re following the blog in an RSS reader you won’t see it, but feel free to follow my feed directly from Twitter:  @KevinAMills.