Yeah, Baby-->They say on a full-moon day in May, the Buddha sat under the shady Bodhi tree in deep meditation and attained enlightenment.
"The groves were God's first temples." ~William Cullen Bryant said.
When I want to clear my head, I go outside among the tall, stoic trees. And lately, I sneeze.
Everything is chartreuse. Everyone is sneezing and wheezing, suffering from all the trees' floating "male gametes"-- tree sperm.
There must be some randy going-ons at night--which gives new meaning to "tree crotch."
April showers bring relief from pollen...and might finally uncover my [formerly blue] car and my [formerly black] porch.