The beauty and evil of nature

I love spring. The flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, the sun is bright and the air is warm. Over the weekend we visited Gifford Pinchot State Park and had a picnic at a table right by the lake. It was so peaceful to stare at the moving water. Tonight I grilled chicken barefoot while watching my sons take turns jumping on the trampoline. I love connecting with nature.

I hate spring. My older son has been having serious battles with his allergies/asthma/reactive airway disease, or whatever the pediatrician is calling it this week. Last night he woke up in a coughing fit and saying he couldn’t breathe. We spent our late evening on the phone consulting with the doctor about whether or not he needed to go to the hospital, and since we decided not, what we could do to get him through the night comfortably until I could get him at the doctor’s this morning. That required a midnight run to the all-night drugstore, and a trip back to the doctor’s this morning. Armed with Zyrtec, Pulmicort to add to the Prednisolone and Albuterol, we’re hoping he improves. He told me today he’s tired of being sick. Who can blame him? Every time he exercises or goes outside, or especially both, he goes into awful coughing fits.

So I have a love/hate relationship with spring. Despite everything being coated with a layer of pollen, spring is a time for growth and renewal and I am embracing that. I’m having a lot more fun than I thought putting the final touches on my presentation for The Coastal Carolina Writer’s Retreat. I’m looking forward to a weekend of learning, networking, and relaxation. (Can you really combine these three things??).

I’m also excited to be working with my first “non-U.S.” client. I guess this means I’m going global. :)What a great job I have!

Until next time…