The only warm day today. A chance for pollinators (if we still had any*) and the fruit trees. The urge to fling open every window. I’m coughing my lungs out – what on earth could this pollen be? A soapy taste in my mouth; the spring air smells like a pharmacy.
Here comes the first tractor spraying pesticides. A day of closed windows: that’s country life at its purest.
*Thanks to #pesticides we nearly don't have wild bees, only bumble-bees. 1/2




