Ok, I’ve lived in Richmond for 53 of my 56 years,
and at my current address for the past 15 years, and I have never
seen as much of this stuff falling from the sky as I have over the last two
weeks. Oak pollen strings, they are called, and yesterday I gathered up two
trashcans full out of my back yard. The entire time I had to wear this dorky
face mask that made me look like some HazMat guy cleaning up toxic waste, which
actually is not far from the truth. But seriously, what’s the deal with this
stuff?
Despite yesterday’s Herculean efforts at removal,
this morning my deck is covered again. With every hint of a breeze comes a
flurry of new arrivals. Some of them get tangled up in spider webs and just
hang there, twisting in mid-air, taunting me. So, I will once again do battle
with this latest plague on suburbia. I will fight with a leaf blower, a rake
and my trusty face mask. But as bad as they are in my back yard, you should see
the guy down the street. I think he’s from New Jersey or somewhere up north and
isn’t accustomed to these charming seasonal plagues of the south. He’s trying to ignore them.
As a result, the curb outside of his house is home to several oak tree pollen string
tumbleweeds, all the size of bushel baskets. This is what they do apparently if
left unattended. I wonder what this guy thinks will happen next? Will they
eventually become car-sized, break free from the curb and gobble up some kid
playing in the street? Will the oak tree pollen string fairy come magically in
the night and take them all away?? Come on dude, this is Short Pump, not
Newark.
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