Harvest aromas are making us sick
Ah, harvest in Wine Country. It is, perhaps, the most favored season. In Boyes Springs, however, it is not grapes that are ripening. Here on the corner of Reefer Way, where Wake N’ Bake Circle intersects with Bong Court, cannabis is the prized crop. Grown on all sides of the house where we endeavor to raise our two children, it saturates the atmosphere thickly; windows raised in the afternoon heat are impossible.
At bedtime, we tuck our children into rooms stifled by stilled air, a cracked window an invitation to the pervasive reek of a bumper crop. The constant smell triggers headaches and makes us fuddled and slow, and has become – most unfortunately – part of our children’s scent memories. I’m for personal freedoms – including my right to breathe. But neighbors, your medicine is making me sick.
Boyes Hot Springs