If I were a flower in my garden, I would be a marigold.
These little plants are so hardy! They can tolerate the heat, being planted in
full sun. They put forth seeds at the end of their growing season, which always
sprout the next year. They have a distinctive aroma as well as their own built
in protection against bugs. I like to say that they have their own armor of
God! They are hearty and can grow anywhere, and survive being transplanted. Seeds
from the ones in my front yard tubs fall on the ground, and sprout, despite the
fact that they fall on top of weed cloth! I transplant them to the back yard.
When I pull them up, the roots come through the weed cloth, naked, with no soil
clinging to them. I transplanted six of them last month. At first they were in
shock. The poor things were lying limp in the flower bed for about one week. But
now all of them are healthy, their leaves have plenty of turgor, and five of
them are blooming! The sixth one has buds but they have not opened yet. This week I accidentally pulled up a small
marigold in the front yard tub. I pulled a weed and the root of the weed was
tangled up with the marigold’s root. I separated them and stuck the marigold
root back in the soil. I didn’t have the heart to throw it away! Two days
later, it was a healthy little plant, standing up tall, reaching its leaves and
blooms toward the sun!
Yes, these little plants with their orange and yellow
blossoms are like me. They are bold, versatile, can grow anywhere, and are not
afraid of change! Speaking of change, I am going to see my oncologist today and he might
want to change the chemotherapy drug. I really feel comfortable with the one
I’ve been on for over two years now. I know all the side effects and how to
manage them so they don’t bother me. A new drug would be the equivalentof getting
a new doctor, or starting a new personal relationship. But I must be like the
little marigolds – not afraid of change
and HAVING A STRONG LIFE FORCE!
Tub full of resurrected
marigolds!
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