Planted
6.10.2022
In summer, the front of our property is lined with flowers. The show begins in early June with a nearly 40-foot hedge of deep pink peonies. By the time they finish blooming, geraniums take over until frost threatens. I spent hours dragging along to plant only half the geraniums yesterday. I didn't feel well but I knew what I needed, and I needed to get some of those plants in the ground!
My thoracentesis was Monday. It drained fluid from the lining of my left lung. It was remarkably easy, easier than all the other times. Since Monday was so easy, I seamlessly (unconsciously) changed my expectations for the entire week. Surely, I'd wake up on Tuesday feeling even better. Easier breathing, more oxygen, more energy, right? Not really.
It's been a long, slow week. My body has been heavy with fatigue. I pushed myself too far at times, and then, retreated into rest. Ugh.
I expected to spend today dragging through the second half of my planting. Jackson and I made our way outside. He wanted to dig and I figured I'd drag, but it didn't work out. Well, the dragging along didn't work out. What a difference a day makes! Sometime between breakfast and outside time, a little laughter, music, and joy crept in. They brought energy. It was for me! We dug, we sang, we danced, and in short order, all the geraniums were planted.