Most of the time, I love being in the midwest. I love watching the seasons change--each season, I declare this one to be my favorite, because each one has its own unique beauty, only to be outdone by the next season! Except for winter. Winter is not, nor will it ever be, my favorite season. I understand the purpose of winter--to torture those people silly enough to stick around for it. But I don't really like it. At all. Anyway, I digress. Most of the time, I love living here. Corn season is not one of those times.
As I was driving to the in-laws this past weekend (about 4 hours through endless cornfields), my head was truly throbbing. I had taken as much medication for it as I was comfortable doing while driving, and it was barely touching the headache. I was thinking back over the past day or so, trying to figure out why in the world I was so miserable. Had I eaten something that would have caused a reaction? Surely that one bite of brownie with walnuts wasn't still causing a headache! Had I slept badly and my neck was out of whack? Then the fog over my contacts cleared just enough for me to see the corn. More specifically, I saw the tassels sticking out of the top of all the corn. And a very dim light bulb clicked on somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain. Corn tassels... pollen... severely allergic... aaaaaaaaaah!
Sometimes it really stinks to live in the midwest!!