It’s allergy season both in real life and on blogs. Lately, Ken from Living the Life in Saint-Aignan, had a whole piece about allergies and I just read about Yellow Dust in DriftwoodInspiration.
I never in my life had allergies. That is, until I moved into this new place some eight years ago. The only thing that could be called a bit of allergy, was when I ate something with mint or strong chocolate, which made me sneeze several times in a row.
The point is, where I used to live, there were no trees or plants whatsoever, and for some reason, I never experience allergies when I am in Normandy.
But as soon as I moved here, my eyes started crying, I started sneezing a lot and the worst part is this thing that you see a photo of, on the left side of the post. One of the nice aspects of this flat, is trees and plants are visible from every window.
I have no idea what this ‘ornamental’ bush at the bottom of my building is, but what I know is that when I walk by, I have to stop breathing, or else I start choking and coughing and it takes me quite a long time to recover.
Last week, as I was coming back home, they were trimming it, and it really got to my throat. Imagine! I can’t even leave my window open in the spring. Later on in the season, it’ll be OK. But right now, no way.
Now is allergy tied to being old?
One of my friends claim that it is due to the fact that city gardeners plant things that do not belong to the right ecosystem and that it is what causes allergies.
Do you have a clue?