Bothersome, useful spring - Johnny Jackson

Here comes the headaches and warmth of spring.

The traffic on Interstate 75 is once again routinely stacked with automobiles, spring breakers and vacationers alike returning to transient cities after their sweet hiatuses on the palm-spotted beaches of our friendly neighbor to the south.

The bright green leaves are slowly battling the effects of one interesting winter and the previous summer's extraordinary drought as they spring from tree limbs.

The purple and white blossoms along the highways are already falling into the crowded streets and beaten lawns of the area's afflicted residents.

Yes, the season is changing like a freight train along otherwise quiet, scenic tracks - loud, ugly, and always inconvenient.

If the unseen pollen is not bothering my sinuses, the visible specks of green and yellows coating automobiles everywhere are. My eyes are watering, but feel dry. I have the inclination to sneeze, but all I feel is the pain just before the eruption. And my head aches in an imaginary vice, I shall call beautiful spring.

I can only wonder if we have seen our last real hard freeze with forecasts so consistently in the 70s. And by consistently, I mean two days in a row.

The roller coaster of temperatures lately has only fueled a certainly busy flu season and aggravated me to the point of indifference.

The colorful short sleeves and light-weight sleeves are on store racks gleaming, beckoning, and enticing images of sunshine.

There is the smell of citrus and that irresistible summer barbecue, of which some folks never need an excuse to create and consume.

I do like spring; though, I prefer fall, which comes as it goes - quietly enough. Spring is a beast for me, reminding me that I still have some pollen allergies and prefer cooler weather to hot.

And with virtually everything else around us not looking as positive as it has, I'm half-certain this spring will bring all the good and bad the season has to offer.

I'll have to keep reminding myself that for every sneeze, headache, or wait in I-75 traffic, there is a blossom of seedling blooming somewhere that someone (even myself) can appreciate.

Perhaps one day that seedling will be a great oak to help soak in the CO2 emissions steaming up from I-75. Perhaps there is a lot more good than bad to this inconvenient, aggravating season than meets the teary eye.

Johnny Jackson is the education reporter for the Henry Daily Herald. He can be reached at jjackson@henryherald.com or at (770) 957-9161.