Let's sing along!
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Everywhere you go..."
"Let's it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!"
We're thick in the midst of of the annual bane of my existence, "pukh." Or perhaps the worst is past. It must be. It simply couldn't continue on at the same rate for much longer...
The "snowfall" of poplar pollen has been particularly heavy this year, as evidenced by the white blanket covering the playground of a kindergarten...
It has been piled so high on the ground that boys have been setting it on fire and watching it ZAP! instantly burn and disappear. Not that I'm advocating playing with fire, but it is a rather effective method of getting rid of it...
I wrote about the history of pukh in Moscow back in 2008... To briefly recap, though, here's the gist: "Ah, the joys of unfertilized dogwood pollen... All because of an idiotic horticultural decision made by Stalin in 1934. Poplar trees have to be planted in equal male/female varieties; Stalin, alas, only had eyes for the ladies... And thus, our sexually frustrated poplar trees blow out their pollen in mass unfertilized snow-like clouds, wreaking havoc on all those who suffer from allergies or who don't particularly enjoy having fuzz stick to their tongues, eyes and land in their coffee."
Something else I've learned? Don't put on lip gloss before walking into a snowstorm of pukh, or you'll end up with lips covered in white fuzz. It's actually quite funny once you get over being grossed out!
This is what the tufts look like up-close.
The girls both love it... Back in 2005, our first time experiencing the joys of pukh season, they thought it was actually snowing... These pictures of the girls were taken in 2006, when Katya was five and Natalia was three.
They still see pukh and think, "Cool!" Me? "Achoo!"*
*I'm severely allergic to pukh and I've been pretty sick, despite preemptively taking Claritin this year. Feeling Pretty Crummy + No Internet At Home For Ten Days = No Blogging For The Past Two Weeks.