Somewhere back in November while I hid away in a dark and dreary place, my husband would sneak away and in small increments of time, he would plant flowers in my garden, slowly working his way around the house in our very large garden. Planting flowers is therapy for me. Digging in the dirt makes me feel connected to the earth and its purposes. Ricky , on the other hand typically doesn't usually enjoy planting flowers. But this year he did it out of a desire to give me something to smile about. Snapdragons are one of my favorite flowers. They are so bold in color and their design is so unique. He planted lots of snaps. Meanwhile, I stayed inside, waiting for the the dreariness of winter to fade away. He was impatient with the results of his hard work, not realizing that the true beauty of the snapdragons would not unfold until the promise of Spring chased away the bite of Winter. I'm sure it is no accident that as I emerge out of the cold and dreary experience of chemo, so too, will the seasons change. The end of March brings a promise of a new kind of life for me. So as the flowers burst into full bloom, I embrace the end of chemo and gladly move on to what Spring has in store for me. Both of which are soon approaching.
To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven.
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