It was late Autumn of 2002 that I got the shocking news that I had inoperable lung cancer.
It was amazing to me to see the people that I didn't expect rally around wanting to do "something".
A crew of friends came over and cleaned out the flower beds. One of the gestures that stayed with me for so long was the planting of Spring flowering bulbs. At that time, I cried, I truly did not expect to see the Spring and the sweet green pop through the ground.
When the tulips and daffodils did show, it brought tears to my eyes, remembering the hopeless feelings that I had while the gang was planting them. There was hope in a beautiful array of colors that was tangilbe.
Last year, I planted bulbs again...this time by myself. I knew that it was something that I could look forward to the following Spring. This time, I had more confidence that I would see them in the Spring, which I did.
This Autumn, because I will be moving, I won't be planting the bulbs. And I already miss not seeing them next Spring. I need to find another way to look forward to the next season, another season that I intend to experience.
Cindi o'h