The other thing? The temperature and humidity levels keep changing. That plays havok with the same systems the damn plants like to torment. One day it’s 75 degrees with 30% humidity. The next, 40 degrees and 80. The next, 50 degrees and 20. It makes me ache and my face go into convulsions.
I feel like one of those people I read about in books as a kid, whose poor health forced the family to pick up and move out west where the climate was gentler on their fragile constitution. Thankfully we have drugs now that make living out here in the land of mold, spores and plant spunk at least tolerable, but it sure takes some adjusting to in these first flora-hormone laden days of spring.