Wednesday, March 22, 2006

A Letter To My Nose

Dear Nose,

I want you to know that I really appreciate all the wonderful smells you bring me. There's nothing like the scent of fresh-baked bread wafting throughout the house, and I certainly couldn't do without the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee in the morning. But we need to get this flower-thing straight. See, there are none. I know that Monday was the first day of spring, and I realize that spring is your time to run like you're in a marathon, but it's 32 degrees out (23 degrees with the wind chill). Look around outside (or ask the eyes to do it for you), do you see tulips, daffodils, or hyacinths? No, you don't. It's gray, and overcast, and even the few crocuses that bloomed last week are huddled up and shivering.

See, I thought we had an agreement. The flowers bloom, and you get all stuffy, but I put up with it, because at least I have pretty flowers to look at. It's completely unfair of you to stuff yourself up, making my voice sound like I'm underwater and forcing me to breathe through my mouth, which of course causes my throat to get get all red and irritated, if the daffodils are still just little green shoots barely poking through the earth. So, kindly clear yourself immediately, and refrain from any more attempts to cry "pollen" when I know there isn't any.

Sincerely,
The Gradual Gardener

P.S. While I do appreciate the good smells you bring me, if you could block out the unique odor the bathroom gives off after Hubby has been holed up in there for twenty minutes, I'd be much obliged.

Posted by The Gradual Gardener :: 7:56 AM :: 12 Comments:

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