This is the time of year in Georgia when a yellow dust settles over porches, cars, and shoes. One evening this week my father, who was wearing a headlamp while walking into the dark of the evening, thought that it must be snowing as the pollen danced in his line of vision. Brown fields are suddenly green with knee-high weeds. This green and yellow time …
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