a love/hate relationship

The trees in my front yard are breathtaking.  I have been given the joy of a front porch that looks out onto one of the most beautiful neighborhoods in the city.  The bees buzz by while robins, swelling in expectation, search for lingering worms.  Hoppy McHopperton passes through the grass on his way to the hole underneath the shed in the backyard.  And then, my eyes start to water, I start to sneeze, and my brain starts to hurt under the pressure. The pressure of the swelling of my sinus cavities due to my allergic reaction to those blooming beauties.  Breathtaking indeed.