
It’s Easter! And the beginning of spring once again. I know because Oklahoma had at least six tornadoes in the Oklahoma City area the other night, I saw a bunny in my backyard this week, and the first of the irises are blooming. I attempted to take my cane outside and rake the leaves out of a small flowerbed and my herb garden. I didn’t do too well, but no one was hurt in the making of a spring garden. I have Cala Lilies and Easter Lilies up (they never bloom at Easter), and the Grape Hyacinths and Forsythia have already bloomed. We really need some rain. I guess I’ll have to water the artificial way with a hose.
But spring is a time of renewal—of nature and hopefully the human spirit. I am still rehabbing. The cane is for balance. I can walk; it’s just tough and I look like a toddler. I attend classes at the YMCA and work on getting my strength back because according to the therapist, muscle strength will bring back coordination and balance. I need that. But like I said, spring is a time of renewal. At least that is the plan.
As I sit here writing this, my Rumba is vacuuming for me while the washing machine washes my clothes. My grandmother is rolling over in her grave. That superwoman had eight kids, and fed them all, and their kids, and a few neighbors from her garden and the chickens in her yard. There was also the occasional catfish, hog, and venison from her freezer. I actually remember using the outhouse at her place before she had running water. She was one of the last to get that modern convenience in the early 1950s. But she never used a cane, nor did she have spinal surgery. She might have been smarter than me. Certainly stronger.
But renewal of the spirit, mind, and body is something humanity needs—constantly. Not just in the spring. So let it begin with the flowers, warm weather, the scent of newly mowed grass, and a glass of iced tea.
Happy Easter!
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