So when does it end? For most, around mid-to-late summer. But like any good relationship, closure is gradual. You’ll have a few clear days, then a rogue spike after a thunderstorm (which ruptures pollen grains—rude, nature). Then one morning, you’ll open the window and take a breath without thinking about it. That’s the end.
Take a moment to appreciate it. The grass season has its own rhythm—a bit chaotic, a bit annoying, but ultimately seasonal. It reminds us that even the most persistent annoyances in life eventually pass. And when they do, you can step outside, look at that green lawn, and simply say: “Not today, pollen.” Then go enjoy a cold drink in the golden hour light, with no sniffles required.
