Sahara

It's that time of year. Knock-you-off-your-feet winds for days on end coming up from the Sahara. Wickedly cold and misty swirls penetrating down from the North. So much pollen from the pine trees it makes yellow dunes at the sides of the road. The first sighting of the Eurasian Hoopoe and the first flowers on the wisteria. Wardrobe in flux.