Time to get out the shovels

I do believe Atlanta is the first place I've lived where clouds of pollen were so thick in the air that they could be mistaken for smoke. I looked out the window this morning and my first thought was something was burning -- and then I realized what I was seeing was yellow and coming from the pine trees.  My once-white car is now chartreuse.  They're doing pollen counts on the local news again, although I'm not sure why they bother.  When the stuff is forming drifts on the sidewalks, you don't need a weatherman to tell you the count is high.