One more for tonight

A doodle based on the previous post about the environment. They say allergies are caused by being bought up in conditions that are too clean so the body does not learn how to react normally to its surroundings.

Feeling stressed

Thinking of nature

But suffering hay-fever!

Eyes water

When I try and commune

With the outside world

The pollen

So tiny

Can keep me trapped.

Sneezing

Enclosed

Removed from nature!

Raspberries

We’ve got a good crop of raspberries coming on the bushes this year. It’s because hubby cut them right down at the end of last season. We’ve never really followed instructions for growing things. We’re more a ‘bung things in and see’ type of gardeners! This was last week. I need to take some more photos but my hay-fever is making my nose and eyes run so I’m staying inside. I hope we will have enough for a few to have with scones. Our cherry tree has more fruit on than I thought. A lot blew off in strong winds but we should get a decent crop when they ripen.

Hay-fever!

Sneezing, itchy eyes, coughing, I hate hay-fever. And it’s been dry and windy today…. I’m really suffering, I took my tablets and used a spray, but it’s warm tonight and I want a window open.

The forecast is for very high pollen levels because its being broken up by the wind and making it smaller apparently. That means more can be inhaled and can affect sufferers more. The hay-fever season is at its height and the weather has conspired to make things worse with a lot of grass (usually Timothy grass) shedding pollen at the same time.

Sorry for the awful cartoon, I just wanted to express what was happening.

How I avoid hayfever

This is how I avoid hayfever in our garden. By completely eliminating a lawn. Luckily I don’t have an allergy to tree pollen. Over the years the trees have grown big, but I like having my own personal forest glade with bird life and small mammals like hedgehogs and of course cats who patrol the garden and mug my hubby for fresh cat food. At least that stops them getting interested in the birds…. Tweet tweet tweet pounce! I’m sitting here with a busy road just yards away and although I can hear the traffic it’s not as loud. I can hear the tsee tsee tsee of birds singing. The flap of wings as they look for bird food in the garden. The rustle of vegetation. At the moment I’m sitting on a bench in warm dappled sunlight. I guess this type of garden is good for capturing CO2 and for feeding the birds. We got very few cherries this year but the blackbirds are gobbling the ripe ones up high in the tree. In previous years we’ve made the effort to climb step ladders to get them but this year we are being generous!

A few years ago we rented the garden from the previous owner of our house. She then decided she wanted to build on it, and while she sought planning permission we were not allowed on it except for a four foot strip of path alongside the house, she even painted a line along the length of the path to show where we could go! Luckily she was refused planning permission so after three years we bought the garden off her. But the damage was done. Everything had grown enormously and out if control. We have struggled to get it back to some sort of tidiness.

I’ve been very busy with the election and the mystery play over the last two months so I haven’t been able to sit and chill. But today is dry and sunny, came and ate breakfast out here and since my WiFi seems to reach this far I thought I would write about the garden. No sneezing, my eyes are not running and I don’t feel like I can’t breathe, bliss.

Later I will do a bit of pruning. There are a few stray Ash and Sycamore saplings that need removing. Also I want to try and let a bit more light through.

Gardening, never-ending……

Sitting in the summerhouse

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In the summerhouse

 

 

 

 

Writing the summerhouse,

In the baking heat,

Trying to relax and stretch, 

On a hot seat.

No double glazed windows

No insulation to keep us cool.

Only the doors to open

See the little pool.

The steam is rising from my head,

My feet feel like lead.

Hot and humid

Wringing wet

Skin is dripping

With sweat.

Then the radio blared out

34 degrees at Heathrow

Cold, cool, frozen, water, shivering, teeth chattering….none of these are here right now.

If I had got ice or ice cream I would eat it like snow.

Thats what I want, you know.

Darkening sky and rising breeze,

Thunder rumbles overhead

Drops of water trickle down

Now heat and wind have fled.

A streak of lightening,

A whip of lightening Streaks the air

Then the pub returns a blare

Of House, rap, and garage music.

It’s not the heat that drives me in.

But the beat that does my head in!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hay-fever eyes

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Argh! Pollen count is really high today, I’ve taken a Hay-fever tablet and my nose is mildly itchy, but my eyes! I’m rubbing them so hard that it hurts. I need to get some eyedrops but it’s too high a pollen level to want to go out. So I’m waiting till later till the tablet takes effect.

I started getting Hay-fever at a young age when I would wake up with what I called “sleep” in my eyes, all gunged up. Then when I was a teenager about to do my exams it got worse. The sneezing and coughing. Walking about unable to see because of my blurry eyes.

I think I’m growing out of it a bit, but it might just be because we don’t have any grass nearby. My garden is full of trees and flowers which I’m OK with. It’s grass, and particularly Timothy grass that effects me. Timothy grass is used by local councils for grass verges so it can be ubiquitous.

Anyway my tablet is kicking in. So I’m off out. Bye