The land of Oz exists.
Right outside my front door. Or so it seems. Everything is a haze of yellow including all of the bricks which we, Oz-inians, must follow. Some people say it’s green. I think they’re colorblind but the mounds of pollen come from the Oak trees. You think I’m exaggerating. I’m not. Neighbors greet each other with, “Ha..ha…Hachoo! Errm. Happy Spring!”
Despite the pollen (that you can’t ignore), the Spring really is beautiful. My eyes water at the thought. Well ok, that’s pollen induced too but you get what I mean.
Latina Dina 