Living Dangerously, Living Dreams
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising.
I feel a little like a Klingon warrior flying into a death star. Living dangerously, defying my history.
Every year, I have massive pollen allergies. Like clockwork. If Iâ€™m aggressive, I can stay one step ahead of them. If I donâ€™t, Iâ€™m out of work for at least a week. If I get trounced, I spend a month in bed and not in a good way.
This year, Iâ€™m ahead of the game (fingers crossed!) and as long as I keep up the allergy meds through the first couple of weeks of April, I think Iâ€™m going to be fine.
So how do I live dangerously?
In the midst of pollen season, I go to Callaway Gardens for a few days.
That lime-green sheen on me is not a tan!
I took my mom and girls with me. Iâ€™d been there before with the girls, but my mom has wanted to visit the gardens for 60 years. Not my dadâ€™s idea of fun, so she stayed home.
Now sheâ€™s free to travel, if sheâ€™s physically able.
The sad thing is, itâ€™s only a couple of hours from where sheâ€™s lived the whole time sheâ€™s wanted to go there. It was definitely worth it to see my mom giddy over the Victory Garden sheâ€™s seen for years on TV.
I wish she could have visited years ago.
It was a good trip and Iâ€™m on my way home, but Iâ€™ll be glad to sprawl out in my own bed againâ€”and boy, do I have ideas for my own gardens!
As tired as I am right now, Iâ€™m very glad to have made one of my momâ€™s long-time dreams come true.