" Whit enters and takes off his coat. “It’s March. The trees are still bare.”

“I swear I walked past a tree that sprayed its sex pollen all over me. It only takes one tree, Whit. I’ve been sneezing ever since.”

“Sex pollen …” Whit blinks at me.

“That’s what it is!”

“I will never look at trees the same way again. Does that make bees, like, nature’s pimps? "

― Eden Finley , Headstrong (Vino & Veritas, #3)