I don't understand it.
I love trees. Love, love, love, love, love, LOVE trees!
I love the strong majestic branches of southern live oaks, dripping with spanish moss. I love the impossibly tall douglas firs and sequoias of the west coast. I love fun loving, sway in the breeze palm fronds, the precise symmetry of maple leaves, the bright colors of cherry blossoms in Washington DC. I even love the spindly scrub pines of Cape Cod; they aren't the tallest or strongest of the trees, but they mesh with the unique charm of this sandy peninsula.
I am what you call a Tree Hugger. I have pictures sprinkled through my photo albums of me hugging a wide variety of trees throughout the country. I even have a bumper magnet on my jeep that reads "Trees are for Hugging."
So WHY are the trees trying to kill me with their pollen?
It's just not fair!