Frances Hodgson Burnett’s, The Secret Garden is one of the most magical full-sense spring experiences. You will never look at nature and her healing powers the same again.
Here is just one little morsel to taste:
“A sudden thought made her scramble to her feet,
“I can’t wait! I am going to see the garden!”
…She unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when the door was open she sprang across the step with one bound, and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light and she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself and knew that thrushes and robins and skylarks could not possibly help it. She ran around the shrubs and paths towards the secret garden.
“It is all different already,” she said. “The grass is greener and things are sticking up everywhere and things are uncurling and green buds on leaves are showing…”
…When she had reached the place where the door bid itself under the ivy…and she pushed the door open…
“Oh Dicken! Dickon!” she cried out. “How could you get here so early! How could you! The sun has only just got up!”
“He got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled; his eyes like a bit of the sky.
“Eh!” he said. “I was up long before him. How could I have stayed abed! Th’ world’s all fair begun again this mornin’, it has. An’ it’s workin’ and hummun’ and’ scratchin’ an’ pipin’ and’ nest-building’ an breathin’ out scents, till you’ve got to be out in it ‘stead o’ lyin’ on your back. When th’ sun did jump up, th’ mor went mad for joy, an’ I was in the midst of th’ heather, an’ I run like mad myself, shoutin’ an’ singing’. An’ I come straight here. I couldn’t have stayed away. Why, th’ garden was lyin’ here waitin’!” pg. 155-157
Blowing to Daffy who is my very first beauty that finally is warm enough to open-
Blowing to my toooot-toot-toot, Lake Tahoe bird singing under my window-
Blowing to mini meadow and peek-a-boo path my old walking friends finally uncovered from snow-
Blowing to Lovely Lake, who literally last week melted her last patches of winter’s ice-
Other’s are blowing, too.
Today I watched a little boy walk the long path into school blowing kisses to a car stuck in school traffic. He blew and blew and blew with exuberance no matter who was watching. When the car passed I expected to see a woman (a mom) blowing back. But it was a man (a dad) and he was blowing back, his arm out the window, with gusto!
I woke up to snow on the first day of spring, for my second chemo. I had recently lost all of my hair, and the changes of beginning chemo had begun to effect not only my physical self, but my emotions as well. I was not going to let this gloomy beginning of spring ruin my already anxious mood. I looked around my house to find something to save the moment. And I was led to this…!
My daughter used Bright Gerber Daisies for her wedding bouquets in the Dominican Republic, a few months prior, and I had taken them all home in a huge bundle. They were lying in a closet under my stairs just waiting for a new life. So I grabbed the entire bouquet and took them to the cancer center on that snowy day. You could barely see me as I held the colorful bouquet, getting out of my car. The very first person I saw was the valet, ready to park my car so I didn’t have to walk, feeling weak. I said, “Choose a flower, Happy Spring!” He chose a dark pink, as he laughed getting snowed on. Everyone I saw, as I walked in the cancer center, chose a bright colored flower to cheer them up for the snowy spring day. It changed the mood as flowers were taped to chairs, counters, doors, and even worn. Then when I came into the infusion room I asked if I could decorate every infusion pole with the flowers for Spring. They were thrilled with the site of the bouquet, and so was everyone getting chemo! The bright flowers left the room a colorful display of cheer. It made me feel so much better as I got hooked up for my own second chemotherapy, which I wasn’t thrilled about.
The best part of this story was the sweet valet. He thought the flower was real. And for the entire time I had chemo, radiation, and even an entire year later, this is what I saw, every time I drove up to the valet hut…The site of it continues to make me smile…