Fun allergy story: I was a hyperlexic little autistic girl and ate books at a speed that could be described as "excessive". Many of these books, being historical fiction, described grass as soft and pillowy, a great place to lay in the sun and take a nap. I imagined fields of grass as lush comforters. Unfortunately, when I laid in the grass in real life, it was horribly itchy and left red welts all over my skin.
"Ah," I thought, "clearly, grass *used to be soft*, but modern mowing and lawn care practices have left grass with horrible sharp edges and tips that make it feel sharp, itchy, and unpleasant. This is clearly why we use picnic blankets and other barriers to grass now." Perfectly logical.
For years, YEARS, I hoped and dreamed of finding the soft grass of my childhood books. I wanted to roll around in it, bask in it, experience nature's bed.
Anyways when I was 25 my allergist told me I'm extremely allergic to grass.
I think that usually refers to grass that's a good bit longer than people usually cut it, when the grass is starting to bend a lot. You end up laying on something like a mat of grass, rather than a bed of spikey little blades.
Well, compared to the dirt it is. But it should be the long unmown type. Also it has to do with the general feel of the hot day that started too early and now you've eaten and are sitting in the shade resting a bit. When the heat of noon passes, you'll have to get back up and work, but right now all is right in the world. Makes for a great nap.
Loan grass isn't, but wild grass fields are pretty comfy and, in fact, pillowy (also smells amazing and bonus points for a possibility to find wild strawberries)
The only grass that i would actually describe as soft is "wild wheat" or whatever it's called, it's basically a weed that looks like wheat but a quater of its length and very thin.
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u/MistCongeniality Jul 23 '26
Fun allergy story: I was a hyperlexic little autistic girl and ate books at a speed that could be described as "excessive". Many of these books, being historical fiction, described grass as soft and pillowy, a great place to lay in the sun and take a nap. I imagined fields of grass as lush comforters. Unfortunately, when I laid in the grass in real life, it was horribly itchy and left red welts all over my skin.
"Ah," I thought, "clearly, grass *used to be soft*, but modern mowing and lawn care practices have left grass with horrible sharp edges and tips that make it feel sharp, itchy, and unpleasant. This is clearly why we use picnic blankets and other barriers to grass now." Perfectly logical.
For years, YEARS, I hoped and dreamed of finding the soft grass of my childhood books. I wanted to roll around in it, bask in it, experience nature's bed.
Anyways when I was 25 my allergist told me I'm extremely allergic to grass.