Spare the Golden Rod…

Friday…I sat in Granny’s rocker on the porch…with full view of the bank of Golden Rod…gently swaying in the wind…on the empty lot next door…and…in a contemplative moment…I imagined…ever so gently…spraying the entire bank with herbicide

Just…get rid of it…eradicate it…before it has me sniffling and driffling…with eyes itching to beat the bands…

But…Bertha…scolded me…reminding me…that it’s not getting rid of the…Golden Rod…that I need to do…rather…it’s building my immune system to the point…that I don’t react to any and everything…

She points out…that…if I got rid of all the…Golden Rod…in my present state of immunity…I would become allergic to something else…she also pointed out…how caustic it would be to me…and the environment…to wipe it out…using chemical force…and…that…my immunity would actually be weaker once that was done…

She then talks about the things that I am doing to…build…my immune system…the supplements I’m taking…the healthy diet I am eating…the foods I am avoiding due to sensitivities…and…she does mention…my eyes aren’t itching…not like they did…last year…

Hmmm…

Of course…she had to relate it to my life…she is…Bertha

Seems as though…it’s the same thing…it’s not about eradicating the minor annoyances of life…it’s about…building up my inner immunity to the point…that I don’t react to them…in the ways that I have in the past…

Hmmm…something to think about…as I sit in Granny’s rocker…admiring the Golden Rod…it really is pretty…

Jane