Yes, we have bananas (again)

I know bananas and many fruits and vegetables are supposed to ripen on the tree before you cut them down but I got nervous about possible plunging temperatures in December and when someone got their hands of a beautiful hand of bananas last month I got nervous and cut this puppy down. What a beauty, eh?  Lovely to look at and once they ripen inside the house lovely to eat. Of course with our 80 degree weather (!) I would have done better leaving them on the tree. But now for anyone who graces our front porch, I have bragging rights.

My beautiful bananas from Boundary Street

Take this, ragweed!

In the middle of my seasonal struggle with sneezing — and dead-end experiences with things like Benedryl (I want to kill someone when I wake up) — I read a long profile of Czech tennis player Novak Djokovic in The New Yorker when he described his experience with reflexology to fight lethargy. It sounded like what I did a few years ago with Tassie Hargrove, a nutritionist in town, when I needed defenses against chlorine. It’s very bizarre. I would put my right arm straight up and out while she would hold a vial of a variety of things in chlorine against my chest. With her other hand she would press my arm from above. If my arm weakened it meant I had an allergy to what was in the vial. She calls this contact reflex analysis. For Djokovic the offender was wheat. For me, this time around, it is bahia grass, English plantain and ragweed, all pollens, all living very happily at my West Boundary Street garden. Then there were the molds: candida albicans, alternaria tenuis, trichophytan violaceum and trichoderma viride.

With this information she mixed up a potion, probably a little of all the above, in a liquid form. Now I squirt a little under my tongue three times a day.

I think it’s helping. I’m not sneezing as much and I no longer want to kill anyone.

Tassie's magic homeopathic potion