While traveling down to Eugene a few days ago, looking at the endless fields of wheat and grass hay just about to be harvested, my partner and I were amazed by a site I’ve never witnessed before.
Between Albany and Eugene, there are hundreds of fields of grass hay and wheat fields which all get harvested approximately about the same time each year.
This year, things are different. The season is a tad late with the recent rains making some farmers a bit worried.
But what is more worrisome for a larger portion of the Willamette Valley occupants is the amount of pollen.
My partner and I witnessed that above each field, flowing just like fog banks, were pollen banks, each about two feet high and flowing like small creeks in the air.
This is culprit that has caused the index for pollen to be upwards from a regular high point of 500 edging to 1000.
People have been complaining of cold-like symptoms, headaches, stuffiness, maybe a general feeling of lethargy. Well, it’s the pollen count, higher than has ever been measured.
A solution? Of course, one can always peruse the drug store for antihistamines, etc. or go to the doctor.
An old-fashioned remedy might be in store instead.
Remember all those bandanas that people used to carry in their pockets or hang around their necks for more than just a headdress? They had a purpose–to keep out dust and pollen particles.
I recollect when I worked in the potato harvest not so long ago in the Madras area,I wore seven of those breathing apparatuses, a pair of sunglasses and a pair of goggles, just to keep the dust out of my eyes and nose. They were a life saver.
I realize that this remedy won’t work for everyone, but it might help.
Some thing’s practical purposes are worth keeping.
As the fields are harvested, the pollen and dust will get tossed about more than likely making it worse for some people. Staying indoors then will be their only recourse to the red, itchy swollen eyes and sneezing.
This is not exactly what my grandmother called “Summer Complaint,” but I suppose we could label it that for maybe just this year since it is a little out of the ordinary.
I’m sure my grandmother wouldn’t mind. I’m glad, in a certain way, that the fields don’t have to be harvested with wagons and sickles and huge crews of people. That would have been a true test of endurance.
Especially if the pollen count was as high as it is now.