by Lynn H. Blackburn @LynnHBlackburn
Spring in the South is a special kind of blessing—and trial. One day you're admiring the azaleas in full bloom, and the next you're waging war against the yellow dust coating everything you own. You want to go outside, but if you do, all that pollen will be coating your lungs.
It’s simultaneously beautiful and glorious and frustrating and annoying!
Isn’t that also true of our writing lives?
