“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”
Every spring I looked forward to planting flowers to enliven the house exterior with color, a summer makeover after barren winter months. I had my blooming favorites; a yearly warm weather celebration; feeling and smelling the warm earth while envisioning the rainbow explosion of floral decor.
After my autumn disease diagnosis, I refused to accept my grim prognosis. The limitations of the severity of my rare disorder were a constant mental/physical struggle–the end of my world. After that first gut-wrenching winter of dealing with the pain of continual spasm and grief over my lost life, spring came…a taunt.
With determination, I decided I would still plant my flowers. With trowel in hand, I was helped to the grass where I crawled dragging my plants and a towel for my knees. The exertion of digging the soft earth with the trowel created ripples of painful body spasm with the effort. Scooting, creeping around the side of the house to the front, I managed to plant my flowers. As I was helped back into the house, I felt a victorious pride over planting my flowers. In celebration, they burst open with beauty as summer came–a beginning.
After several years, I transplanted to southern climes. My love for flowers continued, but I faced several new obstacles to planting: bugs on steroids, heat, stray animals. My years of lessons learned in coping with illness were helpful with gardening–understand the current problem, think of options/solutions, persistence.
As a frequent flyer to the nurseries, I am learning what plants thrive, are easy maintenance, and attract butterflies/bees. Synonymous with learning to live with my challenges; I see what helps me thrive, easy life maintenance tricks, and what attracts moments of happiness.
Patio doors open to my solarium. For years, I only had a couple of chairs and a table for decor. This year, I added various tropical plants, some stone, and a fountain with LED lights. At night, the trickling water creates a peaceful ambiance with a hint of rain forest inside the house…peaceful moments.
Sitting on my back patio, a cup of coffee is slowly savored as I take in my flower beds and assorted pots. An occasional hummingbird or butterfly will visit, hovering over the antics of my little lizards…precious moments.
I may not be able to control external elements, but I can focus on moments, appreciate beauty, and with God’s help, create it.
How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence. ~Benjamin Disraeli
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