It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Autumn in NY

Autumn is my favorite time of year. Clear sunny days, crisp starry nights, fantastic fall colors make October one of the best months here in Texas, but for every turning leaf there are a million mold spores waiting to latch onto the autumn air and construct a fortress of phlegm around the few brain cells I have left.

Yes, any moment a sneeze attack could cause my head to explode.

This same time last year I was in a Benadryl induced stupor. The nasty plastic bins in airport security were the incubator, but it’s true, October heralds the season of headaches and nose bleeds for me. My throat constricts. My eyes sting.

I become a mouth breather.

There is no reprieve from commitments, even for the walking dead. Last Monday night, on my way home from class, I took the scenic route to avoid the parking lot that is I-35. There isn’t much to see on the scenic route at night, but it is a much quieter drive. No swerving texters behind the wheel of their mobile phones. No sleep deprived truckers kicking up gravel onto my windshield as they drift onto the shoulder of the highway.

So, no expletives necessary.

As I made my way home, thinking about all of the things I needed to do, fatigue began to set in, the first sign my immune system was working overtime. I needed Benadryl, Motrin, and my pillow. Blogging has taken a backseat to homework and housework…and breathing. I do have an entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Enjoy.


copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Lessons were going well. My teacher said I was a natural. I practiced in my room after school two hours every day, three on Saturdays. Playing more difficult pieces over the course of the summer, by Labor Day I was writing songs of my own. Then one day in October, suddenly the music stopped. I cried for a while and picked up the pieces as best I could, but I knew it would never be the same. My teacher arrived to find me slumped on the stairs, holding my head in my hands, groaning in agony.

“What happened?”

“I sneezed.”


More Friday Fictioneers are here. Thanks, Rochelle, for such a fun and timely prompt.

38 thoughts on “It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

  1. Funny how differently you southerners view autumn compared to us northerners. You’re worried about allergies, we’re worried about freezing to death in a month. We had our first snowfall end of the week. No accumulation but snowing nonetheless!

    1. It’s true. When we lived in CO, there could have already been snow by this time of year. It’s funny, my dad lives farther south than me, and they had their first frost last night!

  2. Dear Honie,


    I loved your story. I have been Phlegm fortressed before so know the drill. Perfect segue from intro to offering to punchline. Very well done.



  3. I loved your story and your title worked into it nicely. I do hope you feel better soon! I used to have allergies bad and most of the time I felt like I was hardly functioning. Carrie’s right. Time to see you doctor!

    1. I guess I have been in denial. Not wanting to admit I have allergies because when we were kids, “being allergic” was for sissies. Gargling with salt water and slathering Vics Vapor Rub on at bedtime was the treatment of choice. Not so much anymore.

  4. Oh, sweetie, you need some better allergy meds. Benedryl is so sedating. Think Claritin or Zyrtec and nasal steroids. My husband and son would be miserable without them in spring and fall. I’m not a big fan of meds unless they’re truly needed, but allergies are an area where they can make a world of difference. Time to see your healthcare provider. We want a clear-headed, conscious, closed-mouth, happy Honie!

        1. You girls are so sweet. Carrie, your advice is exactly right and appreciated. I guess I have always just dealt with it the best I could without need of a Dr. visit. Saving my co-pays for something big, I guess, is not the wisest thing to do. Neither is self-medicating – and with sub-standard results. Thank you both. Claritin, as you may have read here:, does find its way into our medicine cabinet. So, it may be time for me to stop being drug mule and become a user…god, I hope the NSA doesn’t read this and alert the DEA. You’ll be seeing a post about how seasonal allergies landed me in jail. 😉

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