Spring is finally arriving in Charlotte. We've been spreading mulch and,for the first time, I have successful tomato, pepper, and eggplant seedlings. I'm putting out chard and kale tomorrow I'm hoping to start planting carrot, lettuce, beets, and radishes in the next week.
It used to be that I'd start the spring garden over UNC Charlotte's spring break (which is always the first week of March). But I figured out last night that it's been years since I've done that.
7 years ago, I had my colon resectioned due to diverticulitis.
6 years ago, I was on bed rest with the twins.
5 years ago, I had 8 month old twins and I was a zombie.
4 years ago....I ENJOYED SPRING IN MY GARDEN.
3 years ago, Christopher had been in the hospital and I was catching up from that. I think I sprung a little.
2 years ago, Bridget started her hospital odyssey and I know for a fact that Spring sprung the 10 days from when we entered until we left.
Last year, no one was in the hospital, I was still in recovery mode, and it was still cold in March. I really didn't have the emotional energy for a big garden and I kept expecting that every cough would send us back in the hospital for a week.
Now? Now, I'm having a lot of fun getting my hands dirty. Bridget is coughing. She is actually coughing quite a bit right now. She is coughing enough that her classmates ask why she coughs so much more than they do. ((Frowny face)) And she's coughing enough that we're checking her numbers and they are 'ok'. Not great, but ok.
BUT. (all my friends have a big but) We know what to do now. We have prednisone at the house. We have a recent history of everything turning out ok without low O2 numbers.
And we have, what feels like, the first spring in a bazillion years where we can hang and play and enjoy the sunshine.
It feels like it's been a really, really long time.