I may or may not have mentioned this before, but I grew up in the Midwest. Apparently, there is some plant or plants here in New England that we don't have there (I mean, obviously), because I now have allergies.
So a warm winter = early pollination = happy trees and miserable Fiddler. When my choices are busking in the Public Garden (trees! plants! allergens!) or the subway (soot! decibels! lack of oxygen!), I'm staying home and feeling sorry for myself today.
Although I did have a lovely busk earlier this week, so that was good.
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